I Am Christine Ford.

I am Christine Ford.

I am Christine Ford. It's the strange details I remember, even 31 years later. I remember I drove to the party, held at country property owned by the family of two brothers I knew in high school. I remember the weather the…

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Why Did You Do That, Robin?

Dear Readers:

Yes, I understand this is Monday, not Friday and therefore Friday Feedback, but I can’t sit on these thoughts until the end of the week.  It’s not simply that I’m bursting to express myself like a new mother stuck in a long meeting, but also that my 45-year-old brain has been incredibly forgetful as of late.  

If I don’t write this down today I’ll lose it into the ether of middle-aged forgetfulness, where it can be reunited with my glasses, my car keys and the reason I exit my office to go downstairs every few hours, only to wonder what the hell I am doing there.

Let’s just dive right in because this is a very touchy subject (ha!) and I’d rather not pussyfoot around before forcing my views on you (double ha!).

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Let’s Talk About Feminism, Rape, and Personal Responsibility.

Dear Readers:

For those of you familiar with my Facebook page today’s blog may look like a re-run. It isn’t. 

Some content has been gently recycled but I added plenty of fresh, green, LEED-certified earth friendly material as well. I am approaching the subject again because of the enormous response it generated on Facebook. I hope to see a lively conversation here as well, so don’t disappoint me!  Ready?  Set?  Go!

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