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The Telling
Those whispers you hear are women unbound.
Unburdened by the secrets they held.
Unabashed by their feelings.
Unashamed of their anger.
They are unclothed, uncovered, and unruly.
They are unanimous.
They are telling.
Hear them roar.
Unburdened by the secrets they held.
Unabashed by their feelings.
Unashamed of their anger.
They are unclothed, uncovered, and unruly.
They are unanimous.
They are telling.
Hear them roar.
51 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2013
About the author
Laura A. Lord
12 books15 followersLaura A. Lord is the author of numerous collections of vignettes and poetry and one awesome children’s book about a T-Rex screwing up her entire day. It’s absolutely a true story.
Laura graduated with an AA in Liberal Arts, with an emphasis in Literature, and then spent a number of years as a writing tutor at her local college. Then she got married for a second time and the man domesticated her. It’s been quite tragic. In some effort to find something more productive than laundry to do all day, Laura started her blog over at History of a Woman, and began writing in earnest. She is also a contributing writer for Tipsy Lit.
Laura’s collections focus heavily on women’s issues in today’s society. She writes:
I’m the liberal, pro-choice, pro-gay marriage, secular, outspoken feminist you were warned about. I haven’t traveled the world. In fact, I’ve never even been on an airplane. My upbringing has been a sheltered view in a static, rural town. But I’ve lived enough lives for twelve people. I’ve gone through stages of names, tearing them off like a badge on my shirt and replacing them just as easily. I’ve got battle scars. I didn’t wage war against domestic abuse. My fight or flight kicked in and I ran. I hid, cowering and broken, and spent years trying to get the needle threaded, to stitch the holes in the patchwork quilt of my self-esteem. I never fought the demons of drug abuse and alcoholism. I spent weeks on my sofa, weak and thin, while my mother made me grilled cheese sandwiches and I tried to figure out if I wanted to live or get high. I survived my teenage years, not by resilience, but by pure luck that my attempts to end it were never fruitful. I didn’t learn to love me until every man I’d chosen had managed to redefine “love” as some twisted, ugly thing. Loving myself was never pretty. I wasn’t the hero in my story, I was the human. And this human is writing that story and she’s got a hell of a lot to say.
Laura graduated with an AA in Liberal Arts, with an emphasis in Literature, and then spent a number of years as a writing tutor at her local college. Then she got married for a second time and the man domesticated her. It’s been quite tragic. In some effort to find something more productive than laundry to do all day, Laura started her blog over at History of a Woman, and began writing in earnest. She is also a contributing writer for Tipsy Lit.
Laura’s collections focus heavily on women’s issues in today’s society. She writes:
I’m the liberal, pro-choice, pro-gay marriage, secular, outspoken feminist you were warned about. I haven’t traveled the world. In fact, I’ve never even been on an airplane. My upbringing has been a sheltered view in a static, rural town. But I’ve lived enough lives for twelve people. I’ve gone through stages of names, tearing them off like a badge on my shirt and replacing them just as easily. I’ve got battle scars. I didn’t wage war against domestic abuse. My fight or flight kicked in and I ran. I hid, cowering and broken, and spent years trying to get the needle threaded, to stitch the holes in the patchwork quilt of my self-esteem. I never fought the demons of drug abuse and alcoholism. I spent weeks on my sofa, weak and thin, while my mother made me grilled cheese sandwiches and I tried to figure out if I wanted to live or get high. I survived my teenage years, not by resilience, but by pure luck that my attempts to end it were never fruitful. I didn’t learn to love me until every man I’d chosen had managed to redefine “love” as some twisted, ugly thing. Loving myself was never pretty. I wasn’t the hero in my story, I was the human. And this human is writing that story and she’s got a hell of a lot to say.
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August 4, 2016
I loved this collection of short stories. I am a mom, a wife, a daughter, and a professional who is far from perfect. Perfect doesn't exist but beauty does and through all the broken moments that arise so does the beauty of being a woman. These short stories tell the stories of women in various moments in various situations. I found myself written in between the chapters, shoulder to shoulder, with imperfection... part of the beauty Laura A. Lord created with this book.
December 10, 2014
Laura Lord is a truly gifted writer. Her spare writing style powerfully conveys more in a few words than most authors do in an entire novel. The Telling is an incredible collection of prose poetry.
February 8, 2015
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