HeyJaredStrands of Silver
I write to pass on insights gleaned from decades of living on how I learned to hold joy and sadness, confusion and clarity, loss and gain, in the same space.
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Thank you, Dolly! (opens the original)
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I was endowed by my creator by two things which I hated: a large bosom (as in full-breasted) and a head covered with curly hair. I did not embrace, nor was I grateful for either one of those God given physical endowments. The Girls ~ Once I got through puberty, I realized I had been endowed with something I did not want or like: big boobs. Strands of Silver is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.</di
The Way We Were ~ Part One (opens the original)
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I eloped one August day in 1966, and that day changed the trajectory of my life forever.The title of a song can capture so much. The Way We Were, pops up on the radio. I listen to Barbara Steisand sing the lyrics and soon, I’m softly, yet sadly, singing along with her. As I sing, my mind becomes awash with so many memories. Mixed emotions suddenly flood my mind of that day sixty years when I married the man I thought would be my lifetime partner.There are few pictures that remain of that day; in
An Ode to My Strands of Silver (opens the original)
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Strands of SilverI thought I would be brave and that I would not cry,But cry I did,When I made that call to have my strands of silver shorn. Shorn.So many images come to mind when I speak the word.Sheep in the pasture after shearing look so Naked.So exposed.Powerless, they are led to the shearing shed where their wool is cut and gathered.Shorn.An image erupts in my head when I hear the word shorn.I see shorn as a
Proof of Life (opens the original)
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I’ve neglected writing here in this space called Substack that is so dear to my heart while I have been struggling with health issues and life in general which has felt quite lifey since mid-May.Earlier this week, I had a particularly difficult day emotionally. It had been a very long time since I remember having a day where I felt so dark inside. It was a day when I was angry, distressed, even pessimistic. My nervous system was on high alert throughout most of the day. Like I said, I have not h
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