The Bitch in the House
What a week! I've been insanely busy with work...sometimes it just doesn't seem worth it. I try to leave all the stress at work so when I get home I can relax, but this week it was really hard to unwind. I actually went home with a headache on Thursday, which rarely happens.
I've moved the CPP exam up to the 25th... I really don't want to take it after quarter-end. The pay increase will be nice, and this minimizes the amount of time I get to stress over it :) Now all I have to do is be a good girl and refuse to be distracted from my studies the next two weeks.
I've been reading "The Bitch in the House", edited by Cathy Hanuer. The premise is women writing a response to the question "Why are women angry?" Cathy woke up one day and realized that she had everything she could possibly want: a house in the country, two children, a good husband, a great career...and despite all that, she was mad as hell. She talked to her women friends, who were also primarily writers, and they were all angry, too. So she asked them to write about their rage, and the book came about.
Some of the essays I relate to, some of them I don't. I mean, women writing about how they miss the boys their husbands once were, or how their children's demands cut into their "me time" doesn't really affect me...I don't have a husband, don't have children, and don't have any angst about the lack of either, as some of the single writers do in the book. Still, its a great glimpse into the female psyche, from some very well-spoken and educated women.
I've been doing some writing myself, both creative and correspondence. I'm working on a story about my trip to Hawaii after Mom's death and the 9/11 stuff that truncated my feelings and made my own grief seem inappropriate. I am still haunted by the sound of Tammy's crying out there in the jungle, her grief-stricken pose by the car that held all of mom's wordly possessions--so little to mark the passing of a life, even one so short as hers.
Its just, I can't lose the mental images and the emotional recall. There are things that I can't shake. I keep hoping that time will take care of it, but time is just sculpting my memory.
I've moved the CPP exam up to the 25th... I really don't want to take it after quarter-end. The pay increase will be nice, and this minimizes the amount of time I get to stress over it :) Now all I have to do is be a good girl and refuse to be distracted from my studies the next two weeks.
I've been reading "The Bitch in the House", edited by Cathy Hanuer. The premise is women writing a response to the question "Why are women angry?" Cathy woke up one day and realized that she had everything she could possibly want: a house in the country, two children, a good husband, a great career...and despite all that, she was mad as hell. She talked to her women friends, who were also primarily writers, and they were all angry, too. So she asked them to write about their rage, and the book came about.
Some of the essays I relate to, some of them I don't. I mean, women writing about how they miss the boys their husbands once were, or how their children's demands cut into their "me time" doesn't really affect me...I don't have a husband, don't have children, and don't have any angst about the lack of either, as some of the single writers do in the book. Still, its a great glimpse into the female psyche, from some very well-spoken and educated women.
I've been doing some writing myself, both creative and correspondence. I'm working on a story about my trip to Hawaii after Mom's death and the 9/11 stuff that truncated my feelings and made my own grief seem inappropriate. I am still haunted by the sound of Tammy's crying out there in the jungle, her grief-stricken pose by the car that held all of mom's wordly possessions--so little to mark the passing of a life, even one so short as hers.
Its just, I can't lose the mental images and the emotional recall. There are things that I can't shake. I keep hoping that time will take care of it, but time is just sculpting my memory.
posted by KR | 9/10/2004 05:19:00 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home