Amanda just wanted to find a stinking dress for a wedding she didn't want to attend. She wanted to get back on her motorcycle, go home, and get back to welding on the sculpture that had been tormenting her mind for months. A dress was scary territory for a baby dyke who didn't scare easily.Her life was constant. Her computer geek side was taken care of by working for the big 'I'. Her motorcycle, leather pants, boots with knives in them, and the steel sculptures adorned her large wa...

As the salt begins to win the battle over pepper, Marsha finds herself, once again, sitting in a hospital with her father. This time is the last.The walls are the same white, but now they begin to reflect on her life.Always the dutiful daughter, and then the supportive wife, she was there. Mother, wife, daughter—but now she is facing a crisis of identity. As the daughterhood is closing, the wife was thrown aside long ago, and motherhood…Marsha examines what is and w...

As the salt begins to win the battle over pepper, Marsha finds herself, once again, sitting in a hospital with her father. This time is the last.The walls are the same white, but now they begin to reflect on her life.Always the dutiful daughter, and then the supportive wife, she was there.Mother, wife, daughter—but now she is facing a crisis of identity. As the daughterhood is closing, the wife was thrown aside long ago, and motherhood…Marsha examines what i...