And a blog buddy took the challenge!
Who am I? I am so much less than I ever thought I would be. How it distressed my daughter to hear me say that. I worked hard. I sacrificed. I played the game I needed to play to be who I thought others wanted me to be.
And here I am.
Who could I have been, had I not bent to the establishment?
But it was Catholic high school, nurses training school, an early marriage, an early divorce. Loneliness undefined. Why was I not at Woodstock? Why was my free love and anti-establishment carried out behind closed doors? I had modest successes. I could list them...a study in intellectualism. But they do not help me understand how I came to be here, looking at an ever shortening life, wondering who I am.
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In the Look-Back
P coat and twiggy hair
Riding the Stream Down
Snap shot from the Look-Back
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