Other Writings

I went fishing once. I liked sitting quietly on a boat in the middle of a serene lake. I liked the near-silence and the feel of the sun on my skin. I liked just sitting there, staring into the sky or water. What I didn’t like was everything else. The bait, the waiting, the wide-open [...]

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For years, I clung to the side of life’s pool. I swam only when it was absolutely necessary, knowing that swimming didn’t come naturally to me. I feared drowning almost as much as I came to loathe the feeling of holding onto the edge. I didn’t trust that there would be anyone who would jump [...]

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I’m Not Over It — Are You?

by Jane Devin on 03/30/2012

When I was 17, I worked in a factory where a young woman was targeted for harassment. Racist notes were left on her car windshield and break room locker. Management seemed blase about the threats, even after the girl’s tires were slashed. Eventually, I joined two other workers (out of a couple of hundred) who [...]

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I am tired tonight. More tired than I’ve been in a long time and it’s for all the wrong reasons. You see, a while ago I promised myself that I’d stay out of the hypocritical and often hateful thickets of a society that seems to be growing more perverse every day. Any appreciation for the [...]

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I Am, In Part, Because of You

by Jane Devin on 03/18/2012

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Animus & Apologies, #IWD

by Jane Devin on 03/08/2012

My friend Katherine has above-average intelligence, a fact which leaves her apologizing at least several times a week. When she notices that some emperor of an idea is naked and she points out its bare, wobbly legs, she ends up apologizing to those who saw it as finely clothed. When she points out the hole [...]

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