From the Back Nine: Living in Interesting Times

From the Back Nine: Living in Interesting Times

My neighborhood, like many around the world, is trying to be better prepared for an uncertain future event. I think I’ll limit my comments to this part of the continent, as I don’t want to consider monsoons or frogs falling from the sky or infestations of vipers. We have enough calamities of our own.

So. Earthquake, mudslide, volcano, fire, tsunami, insurrection, murder hornets. And the rhythm continues. It turns out not everyone is preoccupied with the same things. This surprised me because I thought coffee would be first on anyone’s list of survival supplies. In fact, a group of reasonable humans can make a lot of foam trying to agree on the biggest concerns.

Things could have gone better at the first meeting. At the second meeting, we will all have thought about it and we can proceed accordingly. At least if we talk to each other again.

An impending natural disaster is not the only disaster that worries me. The very unnatural catastrophe of our Supreme Court did not help. I was at the time of the abortions on coat hanger. I’ve known terrified women who sought help for disturbing trips to terrible places (and I’ve known a few good men who wouldn’t let their partners handle it alone). I lost my credit score when I married my husband, even though I passed him and had a higher credit score. I was asked to “go shopping” during a one day business meeting so the men could go to a bar topless for their lunch. My sister’s divorce papers listed her as her chattel.

Any woman old enough to have wrinkles on her cheeks has stories to tell. Generations of us have worked hard to create an environment where women can earn equal pay and have the same respect as their brothers. A heavy boot was put back on our necks.

Don’t let it crush you. A great leader urged people to make good trouble. Let’s do it together when freedom for all of us is at stake.

BTW: These men at that lunch found another place to have lunch, a place where I could join. I had raised hell, of course. But that’s not what made the boss change his mind about it. It was his wife who explained the facts to him when he told her what happened at work that day. By defending me, she helped me to have the same career opportunities as men. I never met the woman. But I call his sister.

Linda B. Myers is a founding member of Olympic Peninsula Authors. Her novels are available from Pacific Mist in Sequim, Port Book and News in Port Angeles and on Contact her at [email protected]

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