The View from a Drawbridge

Tag: talk

  • So Glad My Dog Can’t Talk

    “INTRUDER ALERT!!!!!!!”

  • The Anatomy of a Traumatic Experience

    It was an unremarkable day. In retrospect, that was one of the strangest things about it. I was walking across the bridge to get to work, as I’ve done thousands of times. The sun was out. I had no plans, really. Think “status quo.” And then I saw movement out of the corner of my…

  • What to Do When You Can’t March

    I used to lament being born in the early 60’s. I was too young to participate in the “really good” protests. Be careful what you wish for. Here we are again. Unfortunately, I have a really strange work schedule, so most marches march right on past me. I would have loved to participate in the…

  • For Pete’s Sake

    Many years ago, in the virtual world of Second Life, I made a friend. Let’s call him Pete (so I can have a cool blog entry title). It was purely a friendship. We were both in relationships at the time.  I enjoyed talking to him. He had a very creative mind, and was very good…

  • Sphallolalia

    I learned a new word today. I enjoy enriching my word power. But I fear that in this case my opportunity to use this term is rapidly diminishing. sphallolalia     “sfa-lO-‘la-lE-a Noun Flirtatious talk that leads nowhere. Origin From the Ancient Greek σφάλλω (sphallō, “to stumble”) and λαλιά (lalia, “talking”). I do love to flirt. There…

  • Mansplaining

    I once attended a meeting in which a man said to me, “Did I say you could talk? I’ll tell you when you can talk.” Oh, where to begin. First of all, this is a guy who has been laterally passed from department to department like a flaming bag of dog poo. No one wants…

  • Fence Talking

    When the weather is nice here in Seattle, I kind of feel obligated to take advantage of it. I spend a lot more time in my back yard here than I ever did in Florida. What people don’t tell you about the Sunshine State is that the sunshine also comes with 100 percent humidity that…

  • Boy Talk

    As I walked up the bridge to work tonight I passed rows of silent fishermen. It occurred to me that that’s probably why guys like to go fishing so much. They’re encouraged to be quiet. It’s probably the same with golf, come to think of it. I’ve always been rather bemused by male friendships. A…

  • Contemplating Suicide? What I’d Say to a Jumper

    Recently someone I love very much told me that she had attempted suicide a couple of times in the past year. This broke my heart because I had no idea she was suffering in silence. Having struggled with depression my whole life, I know what it’s like to want to throw off that thick blanket…