It was at a party with colleagues that I realized how warped the world of feminism can become, when taken to its narrow-minded extreme.
The get-together featured many journalists from the same newspaper I worked at in Florida. I brought my wife Nancy along. I introduced her to a couple of female co-workers. Handshakes and smiles all around.
I had another dream in which my Mom, now gone many years, and I were talking. This is the second dream now that I've experienced her presence so powerfully that I am moved to tears to think of it. Mother's Day and spring flowers are now infused with her memory because her diagnosis of Lymphoma and her death were bracketed in one year between Mother's Days.
In each dream she looked lovely. In the first dream she looked a little bewildered like Shoeless Joe in the movie Field of Dreams. In the second dream she had returned to her role as my chief nurturer and listener. We had a good talk and then she left me to carry on with my task at hand.
