Don Hutcheson of the Discover Your Talent podcast recently interviewed me. We talked about how to find one's true purpose--how to live the life you were meant to live; why I've devoted my life to empowering women and fighting for human rights; and we talked about my book Dancing on Our Fathers' Feet. I hope you enjoy listening to this 30-minute interview.
(David Moir / Reuters) Last weekend, while my husband and I participated in the Women’s March on Washington, I ruminated about this week’s article: I wanted to write about walking to the Capitol Building the day before the inauguration and listening to the military band and a soloist practice the Star Spangled Banner, which stirred within me a strange mix of patriotism, melancholy, despair, and terror. I wanted to write about the thousands and thousands of port-a-potties lini
When I first became a published writer, I was eight years old. My grandmother had taken me to a rodeo, where I watched cowboys ride bucking broncos and cowgirls rope calves. And because I’ve always been an animal lover, the spectacle horrified me. The worst came when the cowgirls competed for the title of Rodeo Queen. The winner would get a sash and a crown, then ride her horse the next day in the downtown parade. But to win, they had to compete in barrel racing, goat tying,
When I talk with a writer, I like to ask (and I like to be asked), What darlings did you have to murder? In writer-speak, that means What great writing did you have to edit out of your book? For a writer, having to delete wonderful passages, characters, or information is painful: I shed many tears over the hundreds of pages I cut from Dancing on Our Fathers’ Feet. But this week, I’d like to resurrect two passages. Both feed into my recent themes of letting go and forgiveness.
Memories haunt me. Just when I think I’ve kicked one out, it sneaks back around and shimmies into my consciousness, flooding me with guilt and shame. One memory in particular occurred thirty years ago: I flew to Chicago to visit my sister, and because I am a vegetarian and was arriving at lunchtime, she made me an avocado sandwich. For some reason, I wasn’t in the mood for an avocado sandwich, so I ate something else. I think about this more than I should. Every time I rememb