Suddenly the boss appeared next to me in my cubicle, kissing me on the cheek while I was wrapping up the call. In my appeal, I argued that the boss’s intent made no difference. The test was whether he would have kissed one of my male coworkers in the same situation.Read More
Author: Carolyn Farmer Sampson
One day, instead of seeing John arrive for work, I received a phone call from his girlfriend telling me he was in jail; arrested for an unpaid traffic ticket. He hadn’t been given a court date and didn’t know when he’d be released. Instead of calling me, he planned to disappear, too embarrassed to explain his absence once he was released.Read More
“Meemaw, I got this coloring book at my theater class,” my oldest granddaughter said last week. “Will you color with me?”
I spend a fair amount of time coloring Disney princesses and other cartoon characters with my grandchildren. This time I was surprised to see a line drawing of a woman in a polka dot scarf with “World War II poster by Howard Miller, ca. 1942.” noted underneath.Read More
For more than 45 years I worked hard to hide my physical differences and associated struggles, first by instinct and later as a defense against unwanted attention. Each decade became more difficult until, at age 44, I could no longer hide my escalating physical challenges. It took more than a decade to finally be at peace with this decision.Read More
After reflecting on the topic for a couple of weeks, I’ve come to the conclusion that the land of perfectionism is an isolated place to be. Perfectionism can cause us to waste a lot of precious time comparing our lives to others. Each of us thinks the other has an ideal life when nothing could be further from the truth.Read More
I read a post on a friend’s Facebook page today that reflected what many suburban white people seem to believe.
“At my kid’s high school, black kids very rarely take AP (Advanced Placement) courses. There are one or two black kids in her classes. In total, the school is one-third black. The analogy [in the original post] is interesting but in my real life, I see kids uninterested in taking advantage of opportunities. I’m always stunned. Why do they not take advantage of these opportunities?”Read More
When I was a child, I knew deep inside that having an obvious birth defect was a source of shame to your family, even if nobody ever said that. Or maybe because nobody said that. In fact, the truth about the cause of my birth defect was deliberately kept from me until I demanded to know just a few years ago.Read More
When I started this blog a few months ago, I intended to write every week. Although I had many topic ideas at the time, I soon realized I didn’t know where to start. My motivation for starting a blog was to explore current events, especially as they relate to middle-aged women with young grandchildren. I wanted a place to expand on conversations started by my friends, family and business associates on social media.
While I never planned to shy away from controversial topics, I didn’t necessarily want to lead with them in my first few posts.Read More
As one of the younger Baby Boomers, I don’t feel over the hill just yet. I worked very hard to climb it and, like the first Boomers now entering an adventurous retirement at age 70, I’ll stay on top of the hill for as long as I can. It’s from there I’ll be writing this blog: reflections of an ordinary suburban American woman with some extraordinary life experiences. I hope to pay forward some of the wisdom I’ve gained from mentors, friends and family of all ages over the years. This is my View From the Hill.Read More