Sue’s last mission, a piece of history, drew a laugh to her face as she tried to report findings. “Only a man of experience can explain a space walk. You were a chess piece for the government.”
“True”, said a fellow astronaut. There were murmurs brewing from some female participants, and they finally raised their fists to fire back at the males in the room.
“We as women are as capable as any of you, and that thinking we are tokens of the government is rude and uncalled for!”
Sue stood defiant and looked to her superiors for help, even though they also were men.
The couple next door always having a row, makes me tired of hearing it. They argue and yell and pretty soon clunk! One of them lands on the floor. I know because I live in the apartment under them and someone is landing heavily. I have learned to expect this but it still makes me jump, spill my drink and cause a mess. I guess next time I start to hear them, I’ll get a taxi and go to the cinema!
The marching band teacher was getting very frustrated with the freshman playing a drum. He couldn’t seem to play and march at the same time. The young man’s marching buddies were chatting, saying they needed to dump the dumb freshman. The teacher, though reaching his limit, told the older boys to stop, that they were all in that place a couple of years before.
Trying to find something to watch on tv, tired of news on a tablet, decided to read more and finish my latest book choice. V E Schwab’s “Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil”. Schwab is known for much but “The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue” probably you have heard of it. So far my favorite book of Schwab’s is “A Darker Shade of Magic”. It was an intoxicating read! Check out her books, you won’t be disappointed.
Can a woman be demure anymore? Shy, unassuming, stuck on the wall at a dance? Demure is defined as this, but how many girls/women can be described in these words. Where I live there may be one in a hundred, walking in public, modestly dressed and behaving moderately. Most females I see in public are hanging out of their clothing, walking and acting with attitude. The pendulum has swung.
Peeking out the window of the train, Jan lost her hair ribbon and watched it fly and float up in the air and then down under the train wheels. Well it had a short adventure, but I’m sure it was worth it to be free for even a few minutes. Jan never felt free, even as she speeds along this railway by herself. The destination would be a new story beginning, a new city to explore, and hopefully, a new friend. Friends were hard to come by when you traveled a lot, and that was a problem for Jan. Every few weeks new scenery, some even horrible as she reported on devastation or interviewing a hero from an area. Jan was committed though, wanting to bring to light to the public and her followers what was really happening around the world. She pulled back from the window, sat down and ordered a drink.
Being nervous for the start in the ocean, Sue breathed deeply. Her first triathlon and she completed the first two rounds easily. Her aristocrat mother, looking rich and stylish in toffee colored clothing, smiled to her mate. “She swims like a dolphin, she’ll win!”
This word has been a favorite of mine. I don’t use it much because along with most words and phrases I write, it shows my age. I’ve been upfront about it, but I don’t like to discourage younger readers.
Katherine Hepburn
When growing up, I know, here we go again, the idea of moxie for women, was looked down upon. It’s strange to think it, because if anyone had moxie, it was my mother. I suppose because my mother was a strict, bit self righteous woman, she probably grew up thinking it wasn’t “ladylike”. With four girls to raise and limited time, I suppose rules were rules, and having a daughter with moxie wasn’t advantageous. I hasten to add that she had four of them, despite her efforts! My childish interpretation of the word as a keen observer, oh yes, the ever watchfulness of a child was, it meant “bad”.
Now “bad” being “good” in today’s world, was then a general term meaning distasteful, wrong, and the opposite of how it’s used today. If you look up moxie today, everyone has a different interpretation, but most agree the first and still used is a cola beverage that reportedly gave you strength, courage and nerve. Sort of an older version of Red Bull?
If a woman had moxie back then, she was probably who many women today strive for and are proud to achieve: independence, strength, ability, success, daring, bravery, and confidence. Some women today have those qualities and instead of being frowned upon, they are revered. So, Helen Reddy, were you drinking Moxie when you sang that song?
The Bag Lady 
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