Thursday, August 31, 2006

Laughing and Survival

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A postcard sent to me for my postcard confessional project.  This one is from California.

I haven't had much to laugh about lately, smile maybe, but not laugh.  I won't go into detail, but we all know how it goes sometimes.  I haven't posted in several days, nor have I visited other blogs, nor have I responded to e-mails.  But I am okay.  Not on top of the world okay, but surviving okay.

That's why I was delighted today to see this postcard.  I taught until 7:30 tonight and when Allen picked me up at the college, the postcard was lying on that hump in the floor between the driver and passenger side.  As soon as I read it, my heart just melted, and I laughed and laughed.  It's been a while since I've received a confessional postcard, and this one sure came to me at a great time.  I'd just spoken with my Women's Studies students this afternoon about "Venerated Madonnas," one way women are still sometimes defined today.  I thought to myself, "No Venerated Madonna here!  This woman has a fully functional body and delights in it."

Thank you for this postcard, whoever you are.

I have many ideas for stories I want to write, but at the very least I must get past these first few weeks of classes.  I do continue to add to my notebooks and am doing targeted reading which helps to keep me connected to my projects.


Erin said...


I love this postcard! It made me laugh, too!

I hope things are okay and working their way toward better-than-okay. I still miss the beginning of a school year when I knew I would be in one of your classes! The classes you taught were always the highlights of my semester.


ggw07 said...

I'm working on new project and going through hills and valleys- in totally new territory- fighting censorship- big time-
So glad to hear your voice in the wilderness again- and that you're "surviving," "having ideas for stories," and moments to laugh-this is everything.

Anonymous said...

Just love this one, Theresa. Keep up the good fight, and celebrate the moments of laughter. Thinking of you daily.

Love, Vicky

Wenda said...

I love this postcard. I must have been too busy enjoying it last time to stop and make a comment.



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