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Dear Jane

Dear Jane

Dear Jane,

I went to a tea held in honor of your birthday yesterday.

I wore the same gown as I did last year, which you would appreciate. You would also probably identify with the sensation I had after last year’s tea, when I realized that I had cut the gown’s hem too short and therefore had worn in public the 1790’s equivalent of what my generation would have called high waters (this is a term that came into use in the 1850’s, apparently, but it feels biblical, so I hope you will have a sense of what I mean).

When Does Lent End Again?

When Does Lent End Again?

This week was terrible. This past six months have been difficult, but this week before Easter felt like the climax of all that, and not in a good way.

Part of the reason it was bad is because it was bad, and part of it is because instead of letting all the feelings and experiences flow through, I let them take residence in my body.

Conscience

Conscience

Back in December, I commended my NYS rep online for calling for a ceasefire, and got trolled. I responded to the comment, and we went back and forth a few times. I was sick to my stomach for a couple of days over it. I was afraid to go online because my notifications no longer guaranteed good news. Every aspect of it felt terrible.

After that encounter, I came across the advice never to engage with trolls. I’m sure I’ve heard it before and forgot. I have a reputation for doing that. But since I had that recent experience, the advice imprinted this time.

Disintegration

Disintegration

Not sure where to start, because I have a lot on my mind, but maybe we could start with a good book?

I Dare You to Say it Again

I Dare You to Say it Again

At the Red Herring, there is exhaustive editing taking place behind the scenes. I read and reread my posts before publication to make sure I’ve gotten everything right. Even with every word forced through a fine tooth comb, I still regularly find errors after publication.

Sometimes, though, I miss the forest for the trees.