My Mother
By Mary Lu Everett
I had finished sorting through all my family photos and actually wasn’t thinking about my mother. I was focused instead on choosing the next project I might tackle while “sheltering in place”.
Walking Up Hill
By Mary Lu Everett
The first day I walked into my Physics I A class at UCLA I knew I was in trouble. In the class of more than 100 students I saw only two other women. Everyone I talked to seemed eager, confident. Most had already taken a physics class in high school. Many were planning to be engineers.
A Walk on the Wild Side
By Mary Lu Everett
There must have been some wild stormy nights in Los Angeles where I grew up. I should have at least a few memories of looking out of the huge north facing picture window in the living room and seeing storms pass through or snow collecting on the distant San Bernardino Mountains or at least lightning occasionally crackling across the night sky in waves or forks, but I have none.
Walking With My Shadows
By Mary Lu Everett
Walking alone on a warm summer evening, I was struggling to decide whether or not to accept a job opportunity.