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I'm also known as Marsha: Writer, Mother, Grouch, Philosopher, Feminist, Sorceress, Quilter, Cat-Lover, Reader of Many Books, Mistress of the Night, and All-Around Uppity Woman. I chose these graphics because the whole set was donated to "Stop the Hate" by Moyra of Moyra's Web Jewels. Since this is a cause especially close to my heart (click here to find out why) and since Moyra specifically mentioned the "dirty war" in Argentina, which led to the formation of the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo -- one of my many interests -- I had to have 'em, if only to show my solidarity. Also red is my favorite color. Here's a thought for those of you who wonder about the definition of feminism: "I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is. I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute." Rebecca West, 1913 Well, my oh my!!! If it is ever suggested to you that you have a hysterectomy, RUN, don't walk, in the other direction. I just had one, and it was horrible -- and it isn't over yet. Well, I won't bore you with the hideous details -- not here, anyway. But my lengthy recovery is my excuse for not making any changes to the Lair in recent weeks.
I finally got my master's degree, in Medieval and Renaissance Studies. My thesis was on 14th-century English mystics, and I'll get it online pretty soon.
I have entered the Red Moon Passage, surgical menopause, and I'll be thinking about that and about its impact on my life and thought, in the weeks to come. Here is an opportunity for me to test my theories about creativity and healing! I'll keep you posted. Stay tuned!
All of these links might not be functional yet, but I'm working on it.
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My pages are always under construction,
so there's always (okay, not always, but occasionally)
something new to see.
Bright Blessings to you . . .
from the Technocrone.