Exploring, by Lewis

Lately, I’ve been going
through my late husband’s copious writings–journals, love letters, poems, or,
simply, musings.  For me, it feels much
like returning home after a long, long absence and walking through old neighborhoods.  There are places and features of the
landscape that are fresh in my memory, some that were dusty but are now bright
with color, and others that I perhaps never noticed or had long-faded from
memory.  There are faces and names that
have been obscured by time that his handwriting has brought to new life, as if
I were meeting them for the first time.
His love letters are
truly amazing—full of exultation for the joy of our early, fumbling trysts and
his excitement at our impending life together as a couple.  He was Romeo, Don Quixote, and Don Knotts all
putting pen to paper on the same page. 
When I read them, it is like looking down a tunnel of love from the
wrong end, a 14-year-long journey of discovery that ends, not upon emerging at
last into the light of day, but–as all enduring love stories do—when, at long
last, death does us part.  It is not an
experience that thrills so much as sobers, more like lime sorbet than orange
sherbet.  Yet, I spend every spare moment
in the doing of it.  It is an exploration
that, unlike that for a lost gold mine, keeps yielding the bittersweet nuggets
of treasured memory.
© 29 April 2013 

About
the Author
 
I came to the
beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the
state where I married and I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my
native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and had two
children while working as an engineer for the Ford Motor Company. I was married
to a wonderful woman for 26 happy years and suddenly realized that life was
passing me by. I figured that I should make a change, as our offspring were
basically on their own and I wasn’t getting any younger. Luckily, a very
attractive and personable man just happened to be crossing my path at that
time, so the change-over was both fortuitous and smooth.
Soon after, I
retired and we moved to Denver, my husband’s home town. He passed away after 13
blissful years together in October of 2012. I am left to find a new path to
fulfillment. One possibility is through writing. Thank goodness, the SAGE
Creative Writing Group was there to light the way.

Normal, by Gillian

Well how in Hell would any of us know about normal? I was tempted to write just that and only that, but that’s taking too easy a way out. But normal, just by it’s definition of usual, typical, unexpected, is just not very exciting Oh, an occasional normal, as in temperature, or blood pressure, can be welcome, but on the whole abnormal is surely more interesting.
And maybe I’m just feeling irritable today, but I’m really getting sick of the New Normal. I found it to be an interesting and quite clarifying phrase once upon a time, but it has been, and is, so overused that it has become …. well …. normal. On the internet, of course, it abounds, usually capitalized: the New Normal of globally aging populations, of a slower-growing U.S economy or those personal New Normals we must find after the birth of a child, or a recovery from cancer, or suffering grief.
The Economist magazine recently headed a section, ‘America and Cuba – the new normal,’ and the New York Times entitled an article, ‘Puberty Before Age 10: a New Normal?’ I have to agree with Harvard professor David Laibson who said that people are “a little trigger-happy with the ‘new normal’ label.” Well, I say to myself, new things of any kind are often over-used at first.
But wait!
This phrase is apparently not new at all: rather making a resurgence. Believe it or not, and I did indeed find it rather incredible, a New York Times article in 2011* printed a graph showing the frequency of the term [new normal – ed.] in books printed over the last century. According to this documentation, it was even more commonly used in the 1920’s and ’30’s than it is now – at least in the printed word.
Then it lay pretty dormant until zooming to it’s current popularity since around 2000.
Anyway, whatever the reason and like it or not, we appear to be destined to be inundated with New Normals at least for a while, so I’ll add my own.
WE are the New Normal. And, yes, I do most sincerely believe that. No, I don’t mean that we in the GLBT community are suddenly going to find ourselves in the majority, but that we will become, if we are not already, normal. Looking at listed synonyms, that simply means we are usual, ordinary, customary, expected, even conventional. Of course NBC tried to suggest just that with the TV series The New Normal which aired in 2012 and ’13, and more power to them, but there is nothing more powerful than the personal. It doesn’t mean we will be universally loved, approved of, even accepted. But we hardly come as a surprise, let alone a shock, to many people these days. Yes, an individual coming out may still shock unsuspecting family and friends, but we, as a group, have arrived. And as more people get to know us individually we will become more usual and ordinary and, in many cases, perhaps seen as quite conventional. I believe that this will all speed up if the Supreme Court, which has finally said it will do as it should have initially, actually makes a ruling, and in our favor.
Even gazing ahead through such rose-colored glasses, there is danger. Not for any of us older folk, I think, but for the future of our community as a whole in years to come. Will we, in fact, cease to be a community if we become more integrated into society as a whole? Worse, will we find ourselves becoming boringly, numbingly, normal; adopting all the previously straight mores and strictures of society and settling for over half of our hard won marriages ending in divorce? I so hope not. My dream is that we will form relationships and love with strengths forgotten or abandoned by our hetero friends. Perhaps they will even learn from us, and together we can all find much that has been lost, or more likely never was. Or perhaps, as several psychological studies have suggested, same-sex relationships have certain integral advantages over those of opposite-sex couples. Women will always be from Venus and men from Mars and that’s an end to it. And that, I guess, would make any same-sex couple, just, inevitably, normal.
© 2 Feb 2015 
About the Author 
I was born and raised in England. After graduation from college there, I moved to the U.S. and, having discovered Colorado, never left. I have lived in the Denver-Boulder area since 1965, working for 30 years at IBM. I married, raised four stepchildren, then got divorced after finally, in my forties, accepting myself as a lesbian. I have now been with my wonderful partner Betsy for 28 years.

Artistic, by Betsy

As
a youngster in school or Girl Scout meetings, arts and crafts was always one of
my favorite activities.   I am very
grateful for the time spent making things because I still enjoy making things.
So when I started thinking about today’s topic, I naturally pondered the
question what is the difference between an art and a craft. 
I
decided that art is a creation of the imagination, a craft is the result of
making something by hand which is a copy or an impression or a depiction of
something else. Further investigation reveals that the word craft comes from an
old English then German word originally meaning strength then later,
skill.  Skill is the key word here when
it comes to the word origin.  However,
the meaning for me is broader inasmuch as I have crafted many an item without
the application of an ounce of skill.  At
least so it would seem.
In
my dotage I have taken up the craft of counted cross stitch.  My friend Carlos has shown some beautiful
examples of his work.  The two main
skills required for this craft are patience and good eye sight.  Also being systematic about transferring the
pattern from a paper to the cloth is essential. 
Is
this art? Technically, in my opinion it is not. 
I may be creating a piece based on a painting or an artist’s rendition of an object or a
scene.  It is imagination that produces
the image upon which my craft is based. 
That’s
the work of art.  Designing the cross
stitch pattern and then stitching it is the craft.   Does it matter to me which it is called?
No.  Call it art, call it a craft, I really
don’t care. I enjoy doing it. Another of its assets is that it’s a great filler activity very useful
when watching sports on TV, when waiting for commercials to end, or when
watching something entertaining which doesn’t require a lot of concentration
(which is most of television, by the way.) 
Other times when it is a useful activity are when waiting or when one
can’t sleep. 
A
few years ago in our travels to the National Parks, I noticed in the gift
shops, cross-stitch kits of scenes from whatever park we were visiting.  So I bought that first kit that I found, and
have been buying them and completing them since.  So far I have Monument Valley, Zion NP, Rocky
Mountain NP, and I am currently working on Arches NP.  I think it will be another year or maybe two
before I finish Arches as it is quite large; that is, if I work on it
regularly.
 My last visit to a National Park was about a
month ago when we spent a day at Denali NP in Alaska, home of Mt. McKinley now
called Mt. Denali. I found no craft kits in their gift shop, but later in
Anchorage I came upon a craft shop that had cross-stitch patterns for typical
Alaskan flowers and animals. As a result of going into that shop I have now, I
think, four or five cross-stitch projects waiting to be started.  Considering that some projects can take two,
three, or even four years to complete, I realize I better get on with it.  So many projects, so little time.
By
the way, I also knit baby blankets, so if any of you are expecting to be
expecting in the near future, let me know early on (before you are showing) so
I can get started on a baby blanket.
Ahh!
So many projects, so little time.
  

©
8 Sep 2014
 

About the Author  

Betsy has been active in the
GLBT community including PFLAG, the Denver women’s chorus, OLOC (Old Lesbians
Organizing for Change).  She has been
retired from the Human Services field for about 15 years.  Since her retirement, her major activities
include tennis, camping, traveling, teaching skiing as a volunteer instructor
with National Sports Center for the Disabled, and learning.  Betsy came out as a lesbian after 25 years of
marriage. She has a close relationship with her three children and enjoys
spending time with her four grandchildren. 
Betsy says her greatest and most meaningful enjoyment comes from sharing
her life with her partner of 25 years, Gillian Edwards.