When I was five I taught myself how to swim. It was a monumental moment in my life. I never questioned why such an unathletic kid could be so good, relaxed and natural in water. I liked to swim underwater. The water would propel me forward as all conscious thought left my mind. I was never the fastest swimmer but… View Post
I am a child of the 1950s and 1960s. Sexual harassment was common. Something about me seemed to attract too much attention. We were ten the first time my best friend was allowed to go to a department store without her mother. I was a city bus veteran who had been going to the movies and stores for a year… View Post
What happens when you report abuse/harassment and the women in power refuse to believe you?
Non violent protests helped form and shape America.
I spent last week preparing to evacuate for Hurricane Irma. It was hard. I knew the actual evacuation would be harder, but I was almost happy because there’s nothing pretty, fun or happy about a hurricane evacuation. There’s nothing pretty, fun or happy about today, 9/11. The storm turned, and I didn’t have to evacuate. Manhattan was my home for… View Post