the guy by the door …

Two examples submitted for your approval and consideration – here in the Berkblog Zone.

Faith married a long time friend. Mr. Faith married really, really
well, In fact, at one point, the ‘not quite decided to be Mr.
Faith’  was told by another long time friend of mine, “If you
don’t marry her I will”. I don’t know exactly when this happened, but
it might have been while we were all anarchist swimming in Spy Pond.

They were a two career couple struggling with just how New Age they
were going to be. Her job was not the career she had imagined for
herself in her youth [ She had had the creative urge from early on],
but it seemed to meet her basic need.  Eventually they decided to
try to make baby. I think it was more her idea than his, but I don’t
actually know. When she became pregnant her job became just fine thank
you very much. When she lost the baby, her job and everything else in
the universe became without form and void.

There was light again, then dark. Light. Dark. I don’t know the exact
number. Maybe I shouldn’t. But eventually the lamp stayed lit. My
brother, 1944, was  “Gee honey I don’t know if I’ll make it back.”
I, 1947, am an accident of enthusiasm at being back. But the daughter
of Faith was anything but an accident.

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Lisa is a stay at home mom and quite proud of it, thank you very much.
She was an analyst and may be again. But for now, raising the kids is
enough — almost. She blogs her life and  is a significant
contributor to the advancement of blogcraft.

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So tell me now, is there a relationship between the gift
of creativity a woman has in her womb and the gift of creativity she
has in her mind? Should we [or could we] try to create a partition if
nature thinks otherwise?

The old bachelor by the door who looks after things.
randy.f