storytelling for truth lovers

  • The Power of Women in Sports, Arts, and Entertainment

    The Power of Women in Sports, Arts, and Entertainment


    My foray into the world of podcasting begins here. Who knows if it’s also the end?

    Pip: You’re listening to I’ll Call It Like I See It โ€” a blog that covers women’s basketball, Black history, Scottish seascapes, and country music queens, sometimes in the same week.

    Mara: Sheila Morris has been busy. This episode moves through women’s sports and competition, Black history and civil rights, and women artists and cultural icons. Let’s start with the basketball courts and the bobsled track.

    Women on the Court and the Ice

    Pip: Women’s sports this season gave us two very different stages โ€” a bobsled tube in the Milan Cortina Olympics and the SEC Tournament floor in Greenville, South Carolina โ€” and both asked the same question: what does it take to stay the course when the odds are stacked against you?

    Mara: The post on Elana Meyers Taylor sets that up directly. Here’s Meyers Taylor in her own words: “I really want a gold medal. I haven’t gotten it yet, so I feel like that is the one thing that I am missing from my resume, but besides that it is doing it for myself and doing it for my kids. To show them that I can chase my dreams and I can overcome obstacles and just continue to persevere through any obstacles that come my way and actually achieve my dreams.”

    Pip: What that means in practice is that the gold medal is almost beside the point. Meyers Taylor, 41, the most decorated Black Winter Olympian, was racing for her deaf sons โ€” one of whom also has Down syndrome โ€” to show them that obstacles are something you move through, not stop at.

    Mara: And she won. That’s the historic part โ€” a gold in women’s monobob at 41, during Black History Month, with her sons Nico and Noah running to meet her at the finish.

    Pip: Meanwhile, the SEC Women’s Basketball Tournament post is a warmer kind of dispatch โ€” friends, family, Gamecock gear, a granddaughter named Molly wondering why Nana was smiling in her sleep. The Gamecocks lost the Tournament Final to Texas, but the tone is pure joy.

    Mara: That joy carries into the Women’s Final Four post, which covers the Gamecocks making the Final Four for the sixth consecutive season. UCLA won it all under coach Cori Close โ€” fifteen years of patience and persistence, as the post puts it โ€” and three South Carolina players head to the WNBA Draft. The post also calls out UConn coach Geno Auriemma’s sideline behavior as a distraction that disrespected players, staff, and the game itself.

    Pip: Persistence and respect for the game โ€” two themes that connect a bobsled track in Italy to a basketball court in Phoenix. Speaking of legacies that don’t get their due billing, let’s talk about Black history.

    Hidden Gems and Lasting Legacies

    Mara: The post on Willie Flora opens with a personal frame: a friendship of forty-five years, a celebration of life in Simonton, Texas, and a question about whose name gets remembered. Willie Flora was not a public figure, but her niece Verna’s tribute says it plainly: “Aunt Ninnie was called many names, Skin, Cat Momma, Girlie, Aunt, Cousin, Sister, Road dog, Mother, but most of all she was called Mom. She was the type of person that, whatever you needed, no matter what it was, you had it.”

    Pip: That’s the whole argument for why ordinary people belong in Black history. Not every legacy fits on a postage stamp โ€” though, as the post on Harriet Powers shows, some do now.

    Mara: Powers, born into slavery in Georgia, was recognized as a pioneer quilter and storyteller. The United States Postal Service issued a stamp in her honor in February 2026. And the post on Jesse Jackson traces six decades of civil rights activism, including his 1984 Democratic convention speech naming LGBTQ people explicitly inside his Rainbow Coalition โ€” “The Rainbow includes lesbians and gays. No American citizen ought to be denied equal protection from the law.”

    Pip: Three very different figures, one through line: people who refused to be defined by what the world expected of them. From civil rights to quilts to country music โ€” that pivot is closer than it sounds.

    Art, Love, and the Women Who Made It

    Pip: Women’s History Month gets the artistic treatment here โ€” from a Scottish painter who fell in love with the North Sea and a violinist, to the country queens who shaped a childhood in rural Texas.

    Mara: The post on Joan Eardley draws from her own words about Catterline, the tiny coastal village where she did her most powerful work: “When I’m painting in the North East, I hardly ever move out of the village, I hardly ever move from one spot. I do feel the more you know something, the more you can get out of it.”

    Pip: A lesbian artist who died at 42, whose love letters to violinist Audrey Walker weren’t published until fifty years after her death โ€” that’s a story that needed the telling.

    Mara: And the post on country music queens closes Women’s History Month on a different note entirely โ€” Patsy Cline, Dolly Parton, Anne Murray, and a childhood memory of being told by an uncle that she sang as good as Patsy Cline. Anne Murray’s “A Little Good News” gets quoted in full, and the post connects its 1983 lyrics to the political mood of 2026 with very little stretching required.

    Pip: Art as witness. That’s the thread from Eardley’s seascapes to a country song about wanting one day without catastrophe.


    Mara: Persistence, legacy, and the question of who gets remembered โ€” those ideas run through everything here.

    Pip: Women flying down a bobsled track, quilting a Bible story, painting the same cliff face until they understood it. More of that next time.

  • Celebrating Nana: A Birthday Tale of Love and Rescue

    Celebrating Nana: A Birthday Tale of Love and Rescue


     

    Dear Ella and Molly,

    Once upon a time your Nana visited a faraway place called Greece, and she loved that place very much. One night she was going out to eat the yummy Greek food with your Naynay and their friends because eating the yummy Greek food was one of her most favorite things to do while she visited the faraway place.

    On their walk to getย  the yummy Greek food, a little white dog appeared on the steps in front of your Nana.ย  The little white dog was very dirty with curly fur that had not been combed for a long, long time.

    Your Nana stopped to sit on a large stone next to the steps. And can you guess what she did next?

    Nana petted the little white dog for a long time, gave it one of her best smiles and then followed the little dog home to make sure it wasn’t lost. The little white dog ran up the stone steps all the way home, wagging its tail to thank Nana for being so kind.

    The End

    This story has a moral for you, Ella and Molly. Your Nana has always believed in rescuing both people and animals in distress. As you grow older, you will most definitely see her strength and determination to make your world a better place in action. You are very lucky little girls. Imagine the love your Nana will give you, her special granddaughters, if she made a place in her heart for a little white dog in a faraway place.

    Happy Belated Birthday, Nana – thank you for rescuing me twenty-five years ago – you’re simply the best, and we are all blessed.

    Naynay and Nana celebrate Ella’s kindergarten graduation with Molly, who was so proud of her big sister

     

     

     

     

  • Memorable Moments with Millie: A Friendship Story

    Memorable Moments with Millie: A Friendship Story


    me and Millie with her dog, Bear, in the 1970s

    *************************

    My piece today contains excerpts from a chapter in my second book, Not Quite the Same. which was published in 2009. I cut a large descriptive section of a golf outing in this chapter about our playing golf in the snow one Friday afternoon at a local club. Censorship of language was mandatory due to a large bottle of Crown Royal Millie and I shared that afternoon playing golf in the snow.

    Millie Miller is 80 this month, and I still believe I’m lucky to have had her as a friend for the past 50 years. We rarely see each other, but we have phone conversations to discuss our ailments, friends we’ve lost, and the money we would have if we hadn’t spent it all on those women we met in the bar.

    Millie Miller, still calling it like she sees it. Rock on, Millie.

  • Cherished Memories with the Huss Brothers: A Mother’s Day Tribute

    Cherished Memories with the Huss Brothers: A Mother’s Day Tribute


    Oscar, Dwight, and George in 2014

    Oscar (17), Dwight (15), and George (13) in 2026

    Every year my good friend Becky sends me a Mother’s Day card with pictures of her three sons who were a major part of my healing process when my mother passed in 2012. My Mother’s Day card this week shows handsome teenagers who still make me smile when I see them.

    Pretty and I bought a house in Montgomery, Texas, in 2010; and I lived there off and on from 2010 – 2014. Pretty’s job in South Carolina made her visits to Texas less frequent than we had hoped so I was grateful for the Fabulous Huss Brothers (and my other neighbors on Worsham Street) who entertained me when they ran past the two houses down Worsham Street from their house to ours for visits. They brought joy with them.

    The Fabulous Huss Brothers in our home on Worsham Street

    Now that I’m 80 years old I find myself brimming with advice for my readers in cyberspace: in a world dominated by useless noises from every direction, take time to talk to children before we teach them to filter their thoughts.

    Happy Mother’s Day to every mother on the planet – we all owe you.

    Onward.

    P.S. Top two photos and card design by Becky Huss.

  • From Windows to Wildlife: Artistic Birthday Gifts at 80

    From Windows to Wildlife: Artistic Birthday Gifts at 80


    Just when you think you’ve had all the fun you can have with a new decade of life, two creative friends who weren’t able to come to my surprise 80th. Birthday Party on March 20th. (celebrating my actual birthday on April 21, 1946), contacted me about bringing gifts by the house in the past week.

    My friend Saskia found this window on her street, placed there by a neighbor who put several on their street after replacing his old windows with new ones. She rescued two of the windows and decorated one for my birthday. These are her photos of “before” and “after” work on her Elmwood Park originals. She brought the finished project over today, and I swooned.

    Before…

    …After

    The card that accompanied this awesome gift read, in part: Dear Sheila Rae, To celebrate and remember a pretty epic birthday month, I made you something a bit funky (for a funky lady). It’s a bit fragile and it may not last very long, but hopefully it will bring some smiles for the time that it does. (this window is about the same age as you ๐Ÿ™‚ Too true.

    I am still smiling over my new art created by my friend who thinks I’m a funky lady. That’s a huge compliment from this younger woman who immigrated to the USA from the Netherlands more than twenty years ago. Funky – I like it.

    I also loved another gift made by the artist Donna Magrath who brought it by the house last week . Donna has birds and squirrels that frequent her apartment balcony where she feeds and pampers them. She’s recently begun taking their pictures and making postcards from the images.

    the concern by the bird on the far right seemed sensible

    (I love to see the well-fed birds enjoying a chat)

    This gift was made by Donna for not only my birthday but also for Pretty’s birthday which is May 21st. so this was a clever way to bridge two dates with three birds. Donna’s work is always clever.

    From the Birthday Bash on March 20th. to a Feliz Cinco de Mayo and all the festivities in between, turning to face a new decade has been a special time because of the love shared by family and friends at home in South Carolina, across the USA from California to Pennsylvania and New York via Texas, and across the pond to dear friends in Europe.

    Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone. I’m happy, grateful, astonished by the generosity of your spirit and kindness to a funky old lady who grew up in a tiny town in Grimes County, Texas, in a different century.