Category: Learning to Tell Myself the Truth
Policing Our Two Americas
When I was a kid, growing up with an alcoholic father and a mother who enabled him (consciously or unconsciously I was never sure), sometimes we would find ourselves, the 6 of us, crammed into […]
Difficult People
When I was in college, I had a few friends who were considered “difficult people.” Not by me, mind you. Coming from a crazy home as I did, I didn’t even notice that these people […]
Kids These Days, the Ballad of the Sad Countertop
I recently ordered new countertops for my house. When I had my kitchen remodeled in the early aughts I had a very constrained budget so a tile counter made a lot of sense. The person […]
Things I Don’t Understand – Hatred of the Press Edition
Someone posted in a Facebook group I belong to, about a conversation she had with a Homeland Security agent. The gist of it was that she asked what he was doing, he said he was […]
Running To Versus Running From
Years ago, while I was working the job that preceded my decision to leave corporate America in order to work on airplanes, a friend made the statement, “it’s always better to run to something that […]
We All Want the Same Things
In my current career I work alongside a number of people who are on the opposite side of the political spectrum from me. Amazingly, we’re not at each others’ throats most of the time. When […]
It’s Not the Writing that Scares Me
There’s a saying, “write what scares you.” In March I did the Moth Story Slam. Writing the story wasn’t especially scary. It brought up some unpleasant memories, but it wasn’t scary. You want to know […]
Jennifer Lesher 