Wild Women Don't Get the Blues

A bumper sticker I had on my car in the 90s turns out to be important in 2022.

Wild Green Parrots

Since I moved to South Florida in late 2014, I have become familiar with the many varieties of wild parrots that live around me. They are hard to miss, because they travel in packs and are quite raucous. They are not native to the United States, but they are doing well in this tropical environment so much like their orginal South American home. I, too, am a transplant - from the not-so-similar Midwest. But I am also flourishing here.

I feel that aging has allowed the wild woman in me to come out. I identify with these chirpy immigrants that often squawk me awake.

One of the first things I did when I arrived in Florida was to begin writing after a lengthy hiatus. Though I no longer have the car or its purple bumper sticker, I feel that aging has allowed the wild woman in me to come out. I identify with these chirpy immigrants that often squawk me awake.

I have wanted to be a writer since I was six years old. Unfortunately, a lifelong battle with depression kept me separated from accomplishing many, many of the things I'd imagined, including a regular writing practice. This summer I got up the courage to pull together six years' worth of poetry into a manuscript. The feeling of freedom I got from creating a book of poetry is intoxicating in a good-trouble kind of way!

So I offer this blog as a way to celebrate some of the wild women I have been privileged to know or experience. I will also share some pieces produced from my new-found love of writing.

If you have moved away from some of your original ideas about how to life your life, I encourage you to join me in reclaiming your greatness. Feel free to let me know what you have done - or would do - when you let your wild side out. It's about time for us to pursue our dreams!