by way of St. Croix, Wesleyan, Brooklyn, and St. Croix again.
See my bio and portfolio here: katiewalshwrites.com
I write for:
My Criticwire Profile
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
Love is the hardest thing. To allow yourself to be in love, you have to surrender so much. You have to accept that your heart is a fuller piece of flesh with this other person in your life. You have to surrender to not knowing how things will end, if things will last, if that love will be returned.
Yoko Ono is delightful and every time somebody over 35 or 40 makes a joke about how Yoko stinks, or Yoko’s bad at singing, or Yoko’s crazy, or Yoko broke up the Beatles… Every time that happens, a child is born and that child will help to overthrow the baby boomer hubris-fueled patriarchal institution that perpetuates jokes that aren’t funny and that just come from false premises SUCH AS ‘Yoko Ono broke up the Beatles’, SUCH AS ‘The Doors were good’, SUCH AS ‘Eric Clapton seemed like a good guy you’d just want to hang out with and hear his tunes and his stories.’ And that’s all FIDDLE FADDLE!