Out of Her Head


THE SCENE: Crowd of long-time friends, all GFs, all wearing great shoes, all have been starving themselves for the day so each may eat whatever the hell she wishes.

The real power of a person is in the size of the smile of the person sitting next to them.

Lovely sentiment, Bren. However, it might be most appealing to someone who is a people -pleaser; which I have been my entire life. Now I’m aware when someone sitting beside me makes ME smile.

Uh, oh. I think we aren’t supposed to need someone to make us smile. Co-dependency support groups are at the next table.

Wait a minute. My shelf of self-help bookshelf is depleted.  I keep handing my books out to my newly divorced women friends.  I thought we are supposed to figure these things out by now? WTF.

Hon, as soon as we figure this out someone will publish another book assigning blame to our mothers or The Pill.

Maybe some man writing another self-help book for women will tell us to go dance in the firelight, naked, and all will be revealed.


Agree. Avoid Paulo Coelho. She puts her hand to her forehead and makes the letter L.

#for Reticent Mental Property. Image from cafepress.com. And a nod to The Birth of The Pill: How Four Crusaders Reinvented Sex and Launched a Revolution by Jonathan Eig and The Second Sex by Simone De Beauvoir.

Barter my Life, but not my Mind


“I have just realized that the stakes are myself

I have no other ransom money,

nothing to break or barter but my life.”

Diane di Prima

August 6, 1934: Happy birthday, Diane di Prima! A poet since she was a teenager, this Brooklynite became an integral part of the Beat movement and was once arrested by the FBI under an obscenity charge. She turns 79 today. (goodreads.com)


for RMP, image credit to bensonhurstbean.com