The action of rocking back and forth, the push and pull, the holding on and letting go are elements that excite and comfort me. Swing sets are a terrific reminder prompting many of the tales I want to share. The movement within a small space can reveal union, relationships, dreams and possibilities. I treasure and smile instinctively at the memories of gurgled laughter, squeals of excitement from infants and toddlers and the mirrored adult responses from the older children, parents or grandparents. Continue reading
Firstborn, first girl, first word, step
First grade, first fears, embarrassment
First boyfriend, first kiss, first lie, first rejection.
First office of leadership and first creative writing class in eighth grade
First garter belt and nylon stockings
First bra, first period, French kiss and stuffing one’s brassiere
First eyeliner-harsh black paint stroked along lids newly open
First high school dances, first failures and a new degree of competition.
The litany is endless during those first two decades of a now, much older life.
First love paled compared to first heartbreak.
First betrayals were small compared to the many that followed.
First bad decision was simply not decide.
First job, first car, first apartment
First time feeling like a real adult then realizing, – wrong again.
Some firsts are magical, savory and memorable
Others simply lack luster
Some define my world
This is my version living first as a woman.