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Leaving Fire Island
By Brenda Grace de Jong • Illustration by Charlotte Bravin Lee
1520 hours, Seaview Marina, NY
THIS DAY IS DIFFERENT. It is unlike the thousands of previous ones in which I sat on the dock waiting to board ‘the’ last boat back to the mainland. Today, I am lodged on a bench beneath a weatherworn overhang sheltered from the sun’s afternoon rays where I await a ferry that will transport me from what was to what will be. This is a voyage that no one can, or will, take with me, and although a bay of water and a sea of people surround me, I am alone on this, ‘my’ last boat off Fire Island. Continue reading “Leaving Fire Island”
While doing some housekeeping on this blog I viewed what is my cover photo with a different set of eyes. I don’t know how or why these eyes appeared, but they allowed my heart and a part of my brain to travel back in time while my body and the remaining portion of my brain remained solidly grounded in the present.
Yes, this is my actual desk, Continue reading “This Old Desk”
Below is a telegram that my father sent to my mother some seventy years ago.
“Dear Toots, just a few lines, but don’t know if it will go ashore or not, as this place is only a port of call. I don’t know where we are going from here, but I don’t think it will be a long trip, so I hope to see you soon.”
~ Simon J. de Jong (Somewhere in England, January 28, 1945)
I, like she, fell in love with a man of the sea. It was through reading his correspondence to her that I have become able to identify the characteristics of these men, and possibly better understand us, the women who love them. His letters to her have shown me that love is eternal and cannot be limited or confined to a specific time in history. This is my story and I believe it was my mother’s also. Continue reading “Falling in Love with a Man of the Sea”
“The question isn’t who is going to let me; but who is going to stop me.” ~ Ayn Rand
Many of us women defer to the wants and needs of those who matter most to us, and so we learn to adopt roles that will accomplish those tasks. We grow up thinking this is what is expected of us and, therefore, what we should do.
The world sees us as wives, partners, mothers, daughters, sisters, employees and friends, Continue reading “Color Outside the Lines and Become Your Own Woman”
Meet Brenda The Detourist! #LoveMyDetour
Why Not Wednesday
And with that in mind, I’d love for you to meet Brenda, the Detourist!
“This is the story of every woman who has ever lost herself and her dreams to those of another.
“This is a tribute to all of the women who have found themselves and their dreams by crossing their own ponds.”
A pond, and several blocks, separated my then current home from the one I had once shared with a husband, a dog, and an extended family. We had lived together on the north side of the pond but life’s circumstances, and my choices, would ultimately shift me south. Continue reading “Taking a Detour – Crossing the Pond”
A pond, and several blocks, separates the woman’s current home from the one she once shared with a husband, a dog, and an extended family. They had lived together on the north side of the pond but life’s circumstances, and her choices, would ultimately shift her south. Continue reading “Crossing the Pond”
[I would like to share this beautiful comment I received from a dear and long-time friend on one of my blog posts. Included here is my response to her. I assure you there is a motive to my madness.]
“Brenda you’re a beautiful writer and for extra few bucks I know you can make people laugh. [I am]Laughing so hard at your witty sense of humor surrounding I know to be very real events. Your ability to take on these Continue reading “That ‘f’ Word”