I am woman. Fierce. Strong. Brave. A warrior. Not roaring so much anymore. Well if I witness someone’s body, soul or respect being threatened, then Hear Me Roar! My name is Susan.
Observing. Listening for keywords that display your character. If you utter a racist, sexist, xenophobic or homophobic word or phrase, you are done. I have seen and heard enough. I do not need to or want to know more about you. Depending on the situation, I will respond, I may even roar. I will never accept another invitation from you. Never will I extend an invitation to you.
There are the key words that let me know that you are like me.
Feminism saved me. Shaped me. Widowhood torqued me. Set me on a new journey.
Activism propelled me onto the international stage for one dangerous summer.
I marched. I protested. I donated. I was threatened. I was called “…Commie, pinko, faggot…” I thanked the heckler and marched on. Television reporters hung on my words.
Together with my sisters and brothers in arms, I changed laws. Elected a mayor, and she clipped the wings of disrespectful police.
The beach is my safe place. The smell of the salt sea. The soft squish of white sand. Gulls calling. Waves dying on the shore. Essential sights and sounds for me.
Fabric, texture, color, natural fibers like silk, cotton and linen are my tools. Sewing is my passionate art form. Turning flat fabric into a three-dimensional garment, or accessory is a process that I still find wondrous.
I think of some lines in Hamilton.
Aaron Burr is counseling Alexander Hamilton.
“…Talk less. Smile more. Don’t let them know what you are against or for…”
I have been told things like that. I ignored them.
This is my blog, and I shall talk a lot about a lot of stuff.
Join me on my journey in my new life.