From my very first post I wanted to pay homage to the speech which inspired the title of my blog, Ain't I a Woman? by Sojourner Truth. Such a beautiful speech, such a beautiful name, such a beautiful woman. It is one of my favorite pieces. I strive to emulate this style in my own work. Poetic and powerful. Honest and unafraid. Memorable. And I like brevity. It too is beautiful. This is the standard I wish to be held to as I explore the question with you ~ ain't I a writer?
"Obliged to you for hearing me, and I do have a few things more to say..."

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Thursday, March 15, 2012

True Story

     The Red Cross has banned me from giving blood which I have been doing since I was in high school and had to lie about my weight. I added two pounds to my 98 to reach the required limit. Now I answer all of the questions posed to me honestly, even the ones that do not apply to my gender (a new policy of theirs). And because I lived in Europe for a few years my blood is considered risky. Mind you I have been home for twenty years and have given blood in the interim, but the nurse/ person said I should not have been, and is afraid I carry Mad Cow Disease. I was tempted to point out that since MCD is fatal and I showed up at the blood drive in what I like to think is a fairly convincing state of not-quite-dead-yetness, perhaps that was a good indication that I did not have it, but since I sometimes do feel like a mad cow, I decided not to argue the point, and turned tail and came home, in what I concede was a rather docile cow-like fashion.