Author Archives: goatwoman

The first time I ever heard anyone say “fuck” out loud was when I was in middle-school, 7th grade. I was 13 years old, 1964, small town Texas. We were at a slumber party at Twinkle’s house and after freezing … Continue reading →

I learned early on I was a magnet for small, hard, fast balls. My first encounter with a hard, fast ball was when I was 6 years old. I was playing, hanging out with other kids in a rec center … Continue reading →

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” – Anaïs Nin The first time I went for a run, I was 24 (1975). I had not intended to run, I was compelled. Walking my dog, Max, I … Continue reading →

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou I was between 19 and 21, early 70s in Texas. I don’t remember specifically the year or my age. The trauma wiped out those details. … Continue reading →

I awake at 6am. It is dark. Did I sleep? I don’t know. I look outside and find A faded watery dawn. Eventually Pale light filters through a syrupy fog. A weak promise of a sunrise. I see the ghost … Continue reading →

I was going to write, “subjective reflections” but that would be redundant. Nevertheless, keep in mind, these reflections are seen through my eyes after only a week in Haiti. Background In January I spent a week in Haiti visiting St. … Continue reading →

How many of you have taken the Spanx plunge? I hadn’t until recently when after standing in church I felt my upper thighs rubbing together.  I was so horrified, instead of thinking about Jesus, I was thinking about my fat … Continue reading →

Now that I have a blog I can’t think of a damn thing to write about. It’s weird because in my pre-blog life  I was a regular letter-to-the-editor writer, often ranting about things that drove me crazy and once a … Continue reading →