celebrating the feminine

Late one Saturday evening  a young man, recently paralysed and rendered mute in an accident, is at the wedding reception  of a relative. A young woman, name and details unknown to him, is sitting on his lap. She’s stroking his face; kissing; crying; saying things to which he cannot respond. She’s more than a little […]

celebrating mid life

  This poem by Fleur Adcock is for all the women who, like me, are on the “darker side” of forty. She reminds us that there is more to beauty than flawless skin, and that the more we choose how we want to be in the world and how we want to live our lives, […]