Date: May 12, 2017

Blog Prompt: Week 7

Due: 5-7 posts, uploaded to your blog no later than Friday, 10:00am.

Objective: Notice what women are saying and how they are saying it.


Each day, pay attention to the things women around you are saying. Listen. Tune in. Eavesdrop.

Listen to the woman next to you in line, the woman on the news, the woman on the phone, the woman in bed next you. Pay attention to what women are saying to each other, to others, and how they are saying it. Pay attention to who you think of as a woman and how you decide this.

Develop an ear for dialogue, for character.

Listen for the ordinary and the extraordinary. Write it down. Try to get it right. Attribute it, being respectful of privacy as appropriate. Capture the important details, but don’t write a character sketch…give your primary attention to what she says and how she says it, not to how she appears or behaves. If the person is a stranger on a bus, for example, attribute her words to “stranger on the 41.” You can mention who she is saying it to: “stranger on the 41 to her toddler.” If the person is a meteorologist, use her name if you like, or just say something like, “KING 5 meteorologist.”

Record as much as you can…choose what stands out…or choose what doesn’t. Represent the world in its banality if that is what you find most interesting.

You may document just one line per day, or as many as you like.

Don’t use written sources: no books, letters, papers, etc. Only listen.

Blog Community Service: Throughout the week, read your classmates’ posts & respond to at least three. Remember, critique is reserved for structured workshop settings.

Formal Requirements:

  • Every post must be text-based.
  • All content must be original—of your own making.
  • There is no minimum or maximum length for this assignment. Keep the publishing format in mind.

What are the consequences of silence?

A passiveness that can speak volumes. Giving up your turn because the fear of not being understood rises up inside of you. Hours of regret, constrained to you like your shadow. And a lot of “what if’s?”


Who was responsible for the suffering of your mother?

When dementia infiltrated my grandmother’s mind all we could do was wait and see where it would take her. It started with the youngest grandchildren and moved its way up the lineage. When it came to me I had seen it coming. For my mother it was different. The disbelief and melancholy I saw in my mothers eyes was enough to show me what its like to not be recognized by your own mother.