blessing Brigid's waters

come …

ye young nymphs

and sage women too

come …

catch the mystery

of Brigid's sacred pool

Two Sides Of The Coin

It's as easy to fall in love with a rich man  

as a poor one. 

He won't buy the cow if he gets the milk for free. 

Marry a doctor.

Wait for your prince to come.

Maybe I'll meet a rich man.

Sex is my duty to my husband.

How much for a lifetime?

I can't afford to leave.

Reclaiming

Corona: 1. A rare and glorious sight during full eclipse of the sun, radiance made visible.
Corona: 2. In the night sky, a constellation, a circle of stars
Corona: 3. All outer events called to a halt, no going to gatherings. Performances and performings vanish alike.

At 7:30 this morning, I make a grocery run. The Coop so quiet, the surprisingly many shoppers not stopping to hug in the aisles. 
We quickly fill our carts. 
Back home, groceries unload in the still chilly day.

The Omniscient Voice

by Tangren Alexander

I am not only omniscient. I am omnipotent. 
I am benevolent, too. No matter what I do
to the characters. Killing off Beth, for instance,
from scarlet fever. Beth, who, like Peter Pan, wanted
to never grow up, never did.
To the end she was faithful to dolls. 
And Jo loved her, and poured out her heart in a poem
to the sister passing from her.
. . .Jo lived, to tell the story. Of life among women. 
Of love.

Jackie's Story

Jackie went looking for some poster paint in her office and as she was rifling through the drawer she thought it was in, she ran across a recent letter she’d written to her oldest friend. She sat down on the floor cross-legged and read it.

Hollywood or Bust

Hollywood or Bust or

Before we were Baby Boomers…

Adventures of two young women in Hollywood in the 60’s

Do you believe in Magic…?

I remember the day we drove away, backing out of the long driveway in Ellie’s green and white 1957 Ford Fairlane, waving “goodbye” to my mother, who had a big towel wrapped around her freshly washed hair--a few Auburn locks escaping the towel. Ellie was crying and we were tingling with excitement. Not that we weren’t sad too, but we were on our way to our new lives—via Highway 101 from Merced, California to Carmel and Monterey on our way down to L.A., then Hollywood. Of course, we loved Carmel and Monterey, stopping by Hearst Castle and Big Sur and eating too much of both brown and white chocolate from a candy store in Carmel. I’d never had white chocolate before, and I loved it.

A Mother's Gift (a memoir)

(c) Christine Menefee 2018

In the early 1970's, after escaping a foolhardy and damaging relationship, I found myself living again with my parents while I started over in the Washington, DC area. One day I heard a story on National Public Radio about the consequences of a nuclear bomb. This was not a new subject, since I'd grown up during the time when Hiroshima and Nagasaki were a recent memory and above ground nuclear testing was constant, but to be honest, I'd forgotten about the horrors of nuclear weapons in the face of my own coming-of-age war, the one in Vietnam, as both it and my life went from bad to worse.