The Water

The water calls to me.

I wonder what will happen if I climb over the wall  and onto the rocks.

Will I hit my head on the rocks or will I let the water take me down to the bottom?

I wonder what they think about me.

I wonder if they see the calm, mature professional adult who is capable to doing the job that she was hired for?

Or do they see the little girl who is still scared of her shadow?

I wonder if they remember the confident, capable person who came in for the interview?

Or do they see the person who is trying so hard to do the job, but still feels like every day is the first day of work?

The sound of the bus turning the corner calls me away from the water.

I watch the water disappear as the bus rolls by the dock.

The water stops calling to me, but only until tomorrow when the water will call to me again.



RIP Lauren Bacall

Lauren Bacall passed away today at the age of 89.

She was one the last of the greats of Old Hollywood.

In a time when female roles were either the vixen or the innocent damsel in distress, Ms. Bacall was the opposite. Smart and sexy, she defied the stereotypes of what it was to be not just a woman, but to be a woman in the golden age of Hollywood.

She was the only child of Romanian Jewish immigrants. Despite the whitewashing of ethnicity that was extremely common in those days, Bacall never forgot where she came from.

Her marriage to Humphrey Bogart was legendary. Despite the 25 years age difference, their 11 year marriage produced three films and two children.

My favorite Lauren Bacall movie is naturally her first, To Have And Have Not. She and Bogart have this magnetic, electric chemistry. Their chemistry is sexual without any clothing being shed.




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