Tales of the Ordinary Days

Day 7 | 30 Days of Writing Silence may be golden. It is definitely the easiest route, but I believe the better route is to have the courage to speak up. If voices aren't heard, positive change doesn't happen. I'm all about being an advocate for our new normal in society. A society where women aren't silenced on sexual harassment and assault, the old normal. My main rationale in the past for not sharing my own #MeToo experience was because a majority of the men in my life have treated me well. Really well. My best advocates and mentors have been men. All perfect gentlemen. They believed in me and gave me the opportunities and advice to succeed. I haven't wanted a #MeToo blog to cast a negative light on the many great men who are the opposite of #MeToo scum. But tonight I changed my mind. The tipping point was spending time with old friends along with my young niece, who has just begun her professional life. I have yet to meet a woman my age who doesn...

Over dinner last night, Garrett asked why I was tearful at the end of the movie we had just seen. After a slight pause and a little thought, I summed it up simply. "I'm such a sucker for the good guys." Yep, that's me. I love the guys and gals in the white hats. And I find myself a tireless fighter against the bullies of the world. This was once coined to me as my 'sweet and salty' personality. I'm not quite sure if this is the proper description, but I'll take it. Bullies have always caused the hair to stand up on my neck. In fact, as I reflected on the white and the black hats of the world, I thought of an old blog post reiterating stories of my youth and college years when I took on the bad guys (at least those who I thought were the bad guys). One was a college encounter and the other a childhood memory outside of Remsen St. Mary's grade school. http://sandyalanedays.blogspot.com/2013/08/august-25-2013-cletus-story.html And th...