Category Archives: Personality

Them/Us

Non-binary, my daughter said to me, reporting on her first-born’s recent speech. They want the neuter plural pronoun – he or she will hurt their feelings. Now I reach for comprehension while I try to frame my sentences so noun … Continue reading →

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Super Powers

(To at Least 5 of my 6 Descendants) You’re passionate. I see and honor it. You feel things deeply and coherently. Your fast reactions are appropriate, but not your forcefulness. Apparently we’re fortunate; we’re anything but numb. Though vehemence may … Continue reading →

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Alibi

My boyfriend had bad allergies that barred him from enjoying outdoor times, he said. My husband’s hem’rhoids made the biking hard and painful, so he stayed at home instead. My children’s dad was too depressed of course, to take them … Continue reading →

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A Little Self Sketch

Although we’ve been acquainted 50 years as roommates, neighbors, mostly closest friends, she thought my social shyness came from fears – “You follow rules of order,” she’d contend. And he, creative relative, long deemed me typical of where I live. … Continue reading →

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Excuses

For anyone who ever ducked a date by claiming some unwellness or demand you can’t avoid, for those who fabricate a social lie, you’re bound to understand when someone else is doing it to you. He says a flight will … Continue reading →

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Before

The feelings I remember from my youth were anger and impatience with my lot of noodgy mom, protective dad – in truth, if I’d sufficient freedom, I forgot (and that’s not likely – I recorded notes in poems and diaries … Continue reading →

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Ambiversion

I claimed I was an introvert, before I gave the subject tests and further thought. “Gregarious but loner” was the score assumed by me, and to my children taught. They nodded, stating they were otherwise, but after we stopped trying … Continue reading →

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Being Me (Then)

To tell the truth, I’ve had some lonely nights, an adolescence frustrating and long, a prime so stressed and busy that delights were interrupted, sacrificed to strong responsibilities, or else occurred but didn’t meet anticipation then. Oh there were dismal … Continue reading →

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Being Me (Now)

I’ve met depression in my closest friends; I know it isn’t sadness but disease. I had to stretch to sense how gloom descends on them, and colonizes energies, while I appear to teem with neural wealth (my serotonin levels must … Continue reading →

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A Great Age

The vet described my dog’s old age as “great” when she surpassed her breed’s expected span. He used the adjective to designate immensity instead of good or grand. Likewise your age is great at 94, although you seem to hate … Continue reading →

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