Your writing is poetry, dear Orly, and like all good poetry, your words touch the heart. I feel such grief in your words, in this terrible reality you give voice to.
We’ve never met, and yet I feel we know each other.
I’m 62. A writer. A post-menopausal creative woman with a fire that’s been reignited by the world’s unraveling. Raised Orthodox Jewish (lol—my name is Miriam), eldest daughter, once an activist in my youth and—now—an activist again in these final chapters. Not because I want to be, but because I must.
Like you, I write because I have to. Because the grief has no other place to go. Because my body wails, too, sometimes before my feet touch the ground.
I write about the deep undoing we’re in as a culture, and what it means to live, resist, and remain alive and engaged as an elder in a world that wants us to disappear.
Here’s to “We, the People” birthing something from this inferno, not letting it end in death.
Your writing is poetry, dear Orly, and like all good poetry, your words touch the heart. I feel such grief in your words, in this terrible reality you give voice to.
🥺😔😞thank you Cindy. So very much.
Thank you for never turning away, for always seeing with your entire shattered heart and soul, and for sharing.
😫I try Willemien. Gasping… so aghast. You know. 🥺😡you are with me. So grateful, you have no idea.
We’ve never met, and yet I feel we know each other.
I’m 62. A writer. A post-menopausal creative woman with a fire that’s been reignited by the world’s unraveling. Raised Orthodox Jewish (lol—my name is Miriam), eldest daughter, once an activist in my youth and—now—an activist again in these final chapters. Not because I want to be, but because I must.
Like you, I write because I have to. Because the grief has no other place to go. Because my body wails, too, sometimes before my feet touch the ground.
I write about the deep undoing we’re in as a culture, and what it means to live, resist, and remain alive and engaged as an elder in a world that wants us to disappear.
Here’s to “We, the People” birthing something from this inferno, not letting it end in death.
In solidarity and sisterhood,
Miriam
Yes dear Sister. Miriam, thank you for these heart warming and wise words. From the bottom of my heart.
Beautiful searing words
Thank you dear Heather. 🤎🤍
Such powerful words, as always.
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