Why, yes, those are snakes

Bon called us medusas, transformed by our grief into creatures to be pitied, vilified, and, oftentimes, avoided. With snakes for hair, snakes that we carefully tuck away under our everyday hats. To fit into the world, to not stand out too much.

We take the hats off sometimes. On the blogs, when we are talking to each other, even when we are with some select others, who are not medusas themselves, but who, somehow, get it, who are not afraid of the snakes. Yet, most of the time, we cover up. We don't want to call attention to ourselves, we don't want to risk being hurt by the world that has no way of knowing.

Today, along with five remarkable women, Bon, Janis, Kate, Niobe, and Tash, women I would be honored to so much as play cards with, we are launching a new blog. Glow in the woods is a medusa refuge, a no hats sanctuary (hey, did I kill the metaphor yet? ahem, sorry about that), our place for sacred and profane.


There is a post up from each of us already, and more to come. You may have noticed a blidget in my sidebar showing the latest posts. Snazy, no? We are also slowly populating the site with other materials. There are pictures and bios, and an incipient article library, containing, for the time being, a greatly revised and expanded article on stopping lactation.

We are also giving out a pony to the first one hundred visitors. No, we are not. But come see us anyway.