Getting Serious
It’s time to brazenly get real about these life and death issues…
No, we aren’t talking about romance here, darlings. Instead, we are taking a risk to share experiences and issues that we can’t ignore. And we hope you won’t either.
It’s brazen, it is sometimes badass, and always painful to delve into some things we’ll post on this part of the Brazen Hussies. But maybe sharing will help someone, somehow.
At least, it may get us all thinking more about how to try,
Meeting Brave, Lost Iska (part I)
I had a very moving experience one evening. I saw a homeless woman, pushing a grocery cart down the road loaded to the top with black garbage bags and various other things -- shoes, some kind of rolled up material, books -- hanging, tied here and there. I passed her on my way to my mom's. . .
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A last, fated encounter with Iska (part II)
Look, I’m sorry if anyone thought I was being a tease or that I have some Normal Rockwell-like scenario here with my tale. You may be wondering if I actually did anything to help Iska. I didn’t know how. There is no happy ending here. I am not a good Samaritan. …but that is not the end of this story.
I thought you might want to know I talked to her again. . .
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Remember Pam, who tried to escape abuse
I am missing the best friend I ever had and probably will ever have, Pam Hoiriis. She was tiny, a natural beauty, funny, smart, kind. She loved her cats. She once rode a motorcycle with a violinist all across the country and back, camping out, while I kept care of her kitties.
She died a little over 20 years ago. But I can still hear her sweet voice in my mind, in my heart. . .