I've always wondered if this song was composed post-Twitter. My guess it that this song came first. But Uncle Cracker sure as hell was prophetic, wasn't he?
There is this fear I have deep inside me --
Not a usual fear, not mere apprehension or worry.
Not an imagined trouble or conjured-up story
Nay a drawn-up conclusion or fired-up creativity. Continue reading →
So I was told. And so I believed. Experience merely reinforced that belief. I'm not gonna be particular in terms of the underlying story. But I'd say you have to trust me on this.
Career-wise, family-wise, health-wise, political-wise, and all the other "wise" there is -- that proverbial silver lining does lie behind those dark clouds. Every opportunity for success comes right after that worst blow-up ever in a chemical lab experiment or that misstep that almost broke a runner's ankle or that crucial decision a CEO almost never made. Continue reading →
Too many of us working mothers do not realize how invaluable a nanny's role in the family is. In most households, mine included (since there aren't too many chores to be done anyway), the nanny's responsibility is not limited to child care. My nanny and house help of two years does more than just that. Continue reading →
Many people wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
When I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
The flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
The joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Men themselves have wondered
what they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Now you understand
just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palms of my hands,
the need for my care.
Because I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's my mother and all your mothers
And my grandmothers and your grandmothers
And my great grandmothers and your greats
And my great greats
And yours
And all you women
And Me!
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