I need to speak up – that’s what I learned this month, and that’s saying something since I’m almost eighty years old. You’d think I was done learning basic life skills, but no. I had grown quiet in the last few years because I’m basically alone most of the time. Of course I write here on the blog, do some yelling, and you tolerate my opinionated self, but to say something out loud is rare. I spend less time with my family so rarely feel free enough to say what I think. The opportunity to speak out is rare in the small community where I’m living, and I try not to stir up trouble. I thought I had a friend who accepted my voice and when told never to call or text again, I was surprised. I had said Trump was an ass😳🤨I tried to apologize many times, no answers. So basically I shut up to everyone. Very sad times. Then there was a group I wanted to be in so I said, yes I’d like to, too. And my daughter told me she was proud of my for putting myself out there. What? Funny how parent and child roles reverse as we age. I spoke up and learned it is okay.
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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – April 28, 2026
The Bag Lady 