your writing is but the ripple on the water's surface, where below a swelling tide silently waits to pull you down.
Reviewed by Kathryn Seifert, Ph.D.
Thank you for this important and thoughtful piece.
Reviewed by Jerry Engler
Richard, I apologize. I intended to always review any stories written by you, and somehow I've either skipped over or never received notice of this one, and it looks like some others on here. Granted, I have been gone a lot, and life has dealt me some harsh blows of late. I do find this story very interesting and intriguing, especially considering that you have had native American family connections yourself. I think often in our society, we fail to realize they were human beings in the native societies, and although different than us in job allotment by sex, they still had their individual family and social behavioral problems. I have read accounts of Indian men who were respectful of their wives, and of those who were not, just as I have read of Indian men who were poor providers, or who spent too much time in gambling games to the grief of other family members. The soical legends of the noble savage shouldn't erase the facts of another group of humans with individual admirable traits and shortcomings. You have done a service here in bringing this out. As always, it was a pleasure to read your work.....Jerry
Richard this was very moving, and with a very strong message...Domestic violence is horrific...I once worked in a refuge for women and children affected by domestic abuse, it was a period of my life I shall never forget...Sadly, still, many women return to their abusers out of fear and through continually being brainwashed that they are in some part to blame. This story raises the issues consciousness once more, which has to be positive.
This is so beautifully and sensitively written...
what an important lesson several of them--thanks for sharing this
Reviewed by vicki orey (Reader)
This latest of your writings in particular touched me most deeply. Beautifully, insightfully written, it sheds light on the painful wounds that a woman often silently bears at the hand of an unenlightened man.
Sadly, this is still very prevelent in all cultures, though the rising strength of the empowered feminine is beginning to reveal herself more and more profoundly. I believe this is not only the key to the healing of all women everywhere, but also to the healing of entire planet.
Richard, this is a bittersweet story, and yes, she was a "Crooked Woman Fool" You have just written the parable of millions of women in today's society, and you did it so precisely. Some women are mothers (or drudgery slaves) all their lives whether they bear children or not, or whether by lack of choice following marriage. (Now, that sounds awfully cynical, doesn't it?) I could go on and on here, but I dare not lest I offend someone, although I've lived long enough to see that times have changed and continue to change. Women are becoming liberated.
Your last three lines make a good motto for women.
"When the handsome braves smile at me, now, again, I will choose more wisely.
The Great Spirit has given me experience and wisdom.
I would be a crooked woman fool not to learn."
Richard, truly, this story is funny because it just doesn't sound like your other writings and I can just imagine you laughing your head off while writing this. Whether you meant it to be or not, it has a cynical side to it that is highly humorous.
You certainly did a great job composing this and you got your idea across with precision and aptitude.
My Tattered Moccasins Have Traveled In These Woods A Few Times To Often. I Failed To Listen To The Turkey Buzzards Which Flew Over Our Matrimonial Heads. My Ex-Warriors Found The Gods of Divorce Most Rewarding To Me. My Heart Looks Into The Spirit Sky For Wisdom, But Thunder Clouds Remind Me That Man Wear Muscles On Ther Tongue & Scrotom For Many Squaws More Than On Their Hearts For Just Me. Or The Vallant True Warrior Husband Man; Like You Are Taken By The Squaw of Goodness Moons. I Shall Be More Wise In The Sleeping Days of The Sun Like Your Litte Beaver....For I Shall Now Own My Name, I Am Little Beaver With Wolfs Howl.
lol...I Loved Your Story of Wisdom & The Wonderful Message It Brings. We truely are responsible for our paths in life.
Much Love & Many Moons Of Passion To You Richard
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