A New Voice for a New Year

There comes a time in every woman’s life when the pressure to stand up and speak her mind appears, first like a wraith swirling in from the mists, and then like Stonehenge – strong, indubitable, eternal. Setting up the platform, finding the location, and then screwing up the courage to say – Hey World this is ME! I have something to say. And I’d appreciate a few moments of your time to hear me out.

That’s my challenge – and it’s one I accept, as of now.

So bear with me as the pages are made up and the ploughshares and pruning hooks all get beaten into shape.

The pressure grows. And as the saying goes, “I am woman! Hear Me ROAR!”