From the Ridiculous to the Sublime to the Hot Bed Issues
We’re on it.
Another month has gone by and our writers have come through with some of the best writing on Medium. Again. We had so many good stories I really should have sent out a newsletter before this, to give them all the spotlight they deserve. But here they are now, and every link will get you past Medium’s paywall, so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.
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Hawkeye Pete writes about mustering out of the military and the paths that lead to his sobriety:
“I desperately needed to get away from the captain, for a number of very good reasons. Going AWOL was the only way of doing that.”
Krista Schumacher takes a kayaking trip with her husband and looks at perceptions in a whole different way:
“Suddenly, mixed with wind’s shrieks, I hear shouts and barely make out the words: “We shouldn’t have done this! This was a bad idea!”
In “What’s in a Family — The Reality of Royal Lineage”, Caroline de Braganza takes us into her and her husband’s world, where the titles are real but the reality is not quite fairy tale:
Now before you start bowing and curtsying (which I don’t really mind as any accolade is welcome right now), let me warn you that it means diddley-squat.
Hubby is a viscount and I’m a viscountess.
I get a better discount as a pensioner than as a royal pretender.
I give some writing tips that may or may not be welcome:
“I’ve been that writer who thought it was good enough when it wasn’t. I still haven’t lived some of it down — even if it’s only me who thinks it’s garbage. That may be why I’m such a hardass now.”
Roz Warren talks about “Cheap Thrills” and I can relate!
“My desire for lots of shut-eye means missing out on certain things. Staying up late! Dancing till dawn! Enjoying an intense, soul-baring 2 a.m. conversation. Attending a midnight showing of Rocky Horror.”
I go dark again with “Why Women are Getting Fierce Over Rape”:
“The women wouldn’t talk, and nobody wanted them to. Those who did were immediately suspect: Since rape victims didn’t talk about rape, these women clearly hadn’t been raped.”
As a southerner, Becky Roehrs has a unique perspective on who actually supports Donald Trump. (Hint: not everyone):
At the same time the Trump rally was taking place, a nearby Greenville, NC restaurant, the Scullery, was serving patrons. They donated 100% of their sales to a non-profit that assists immigrants.
In “How to Make Your Marriage the Best Ever” Krista Schumacher examines her own and talks about coming to terms:
My husband would miss an important moment in a friend’s life. We would miss the opportunity to dance together, to celebrate our six years of marriage and the start of the newlyweds’ journey together.
Even as I write this, a twinge of anger rises. At first, I directed it toward my husband. Why didn’t he take the day off? They wouldn’t have let him, he said, not for a wedding. Now, I direct it at the appropriate source — his crappy job.
Kristin Merrilees writes a thoughtful piece on the need for children to nurture their own imaginations:
In her essay “Dare to be Creative!,” Madeline L’Engle, author of A Wrinkle in Time, argues that children’s books bring up T.S. Eliot’s J. Alfred Prufrock’s question “Do I dare disturb the universe?” She says that “the best children’s books ask questions, and make the reader ask questions. And every new question is going to disturb someone’s universe.” And yes, this is what really successful people do. They disturb the universe. And then they make it better.
I write about the myth of the solitary life, using Thoreau as a foil:
To say I was disappointed in Thoreau’s dilletantish ruminating about quietude is an understatement. I was as mad at myself as I was at him. How could he have deceived me? How could I have been so easily deceived?
It was the times, I think. Thoreau — or the idea of Thoreau — was popular during those years when Mother Earth News and macrame and barnwood walls in houses became a thing. We yearned to be self-sustaining. We wanted peace.
And then, in “What We Talk About When We Talk About Being Old”, I write about a subject I tell myself would be best to just ignore. My old age. But in my defense, I tried to make it interesting:
When we talk among ourselves we tend to crack ourselves up. We turn even our most horrific ailments into black humor. We sometimes laugh at you guys. (We used to be you.) But mainly we talk about the old days. Not just the good old days, the “Happy Days” days, but sometimes about the bad old days — those days we would sooner forget.
And it wouldn’t be a month in any year I’m alive if I didn’t write about current politics. This is a revisit to a blog piece I wrote in November, 2015. It’s called, “That Time I Laughed at the Idea of a Trump Presidency.” It’s still not funny.
“My America is not a plaything. It’s not a joke. Turning my country over to a non-politician with no government experience would be punking of the worst kind. But even thinking for one second of turning it over to a lying billionaire braggart who has a history of taking but not giving, who calls people ugly names and shuts up anyone who disputes him, who is such an embarrassment even countries with their own embarrassing characters can’t believe we’ve topped them — that’s insanity undisguised.”
So there it is and here we are. Thank you for reading and following Indelible Ink. Stay with us, the best is yet to come!
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