I look in the rearview mirrorThere are more miles behind meThan lie ahead. Our culture would diminish meAnd tell me I am becoming invisible.I should cling to youthSo that I do not disappear. My value as a womanSeems to erodeThe longer I travel this path.This is a grand deception,A seismic lie. The world fears womenWhoContinueContinue reading “Geologic Age”