When women were birds
September 18th, 2012 by Regina Brett
Imagine if your mom left you all her journals.
Then, after she died, you opened each one and found them all blank. Every single one of them.
Terry Tempest Williams tried to find out what her mother was telling her in those three shelves of empty journals. Her book, "When Women Were Birds" explores all the possible answers.
Her mother's journals are..."a blinding light. A glaring truth. Clean sheets. White flags of surrender. Ghosts. A charity. A cruelty. Salt. Gauze. A writer's block. Clouds. Bones. Diapers washed and folded. T-shirts washed and pressed. Letters never written. A hoax. A tease. A puzzle. They tell me nothing. They tell me everything."
The book is about voice. What is it? What is yours? How did you find yours? How did you lose it? If it is true that, "Your voice is the wildest thing you own," what is yours saying, right now?
Our book club is discussing this book tonight. I can't wait to hear what they have to say about those blank pages, and about what they would write on theirs.