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How The Contributor Added Years to My Life and Life to my Years
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The Contributor newspaper means more to me than just having my own business — that in and of itself is huge.
The Contributor (https://thecontributor.org/author/lisa-a/)
The Contributor newspaper means more to me than just having my own business — that in and of itself is huge.
Former President Glenda Glover — The facts behind Tennessee State’s campaign to remove her from office.
This chapter is for sisters, women, housewives, bachelorettes, everybody in the LGBTQ+ salad bowl. We are the ones who think we have to do things the hard way. Have you ever noticed that most men find an easy way to do something? While they discuss business, they play golf or relax with a beer. They delegate to you and everyone else in your family things called “chores”.
One thing about backbones. They rarely develop a consciousness that they are a backbone. Take white women, for example. We don’t realize that we’re the backbone of patriarchy! Or that we willingly or unwillingly support the whole structure that oppresses our fellow bones, ligaments and muscles that would be Black people, any people of color, Native Americans … Fellow women of all descriptions.
Can a 10 year old girl walk to your corner store, buy a popsicle, and return home safely alone?
Sleep apnea — I’ve had it since I was a teen or earlier. Why did it take me to age 63 to actually get help? The reason might be my age. Although I had inflamed tonsils as a child, no one thought to look for obstructive sleep apnea. I had frequent nightmares, dreams of falling which jolted me awake, uncontrollable daydreaming, and an inability to respond assertively in stressful social situations.
Both my friend and I have mental and emotional injuries. But we enjoy cooking for each other and we can deal with each other’s chaos while we try to help each other! For instance, she tripped over my new drafting table while we were trying to put it together. Everybody’s OK, including the table! Anyway, I was explaining to her about the plants on my porch and how I put old food in the ground to make compost.
The chartreuse lace of Spring drops her veil onto the trees.
Soon I will be covered by Her.