I remember sitting on my mom’s lap when I was small and being amazed that she could type without looking at the keyboard.
She’s been through some life-changing struggles, including a war and partition in Bangladesh, shifting countries and citizenships, minimum wage jobs, raising two kids through the 90’s, and tons of small and large sacrifices. Yesterday, she received her GED after having been out of any formal school setting for about 30 years. She was and is a hero to me.
Today I am chasing, running, drinking, coordinating, wanting, feeling, reading.
My guide had an interview. Some intensely Berkeley-sounding interview...
Feeling steamrolled-over. I am finding more and more that I need time and space to mull things over.
One month ago, seven seasons of Gilmore Girls were made available on Netflix. This morning, I finished season seven.
writers... write. Readers... dream they are writers
snow.. rain... stay awhile
I hate being sick because it makes me vulnerable.
Making your own soap.