Well, she was Mormon. This didn't matter much until we got older but by then my family had moved away from the neighborhood. We kept in touch and did sleepovers once a month or so. We went much different ways as adults; I went punk, she went church elder, still we kept in minimal touch. About five years ago, we started chatting more frequently. I'd had a ... (more) Purple. The blending of red and blue.
Red, the color of passion, blood, anger, sex; it's bursting with life and coloring nature, changing the mood as it goes.
Blue, the color of the sky, sea, my eyes, peace; it's soothing, cooling, rippling. Healing my soul in it's own. ... (more)
That I don't have the pressure to "achieve" that men do. As a woman, I can claim my emotions, cry when I want, work full time at a fabulous career, or stay home with my baby. Choice, I have so much more choice than men do least according to the general run of publically accepted roles these days. Unfortunately, many men I know have been beaten into a roll... (more)