So it happened. Last Wednesday, with 65 other people from 40 countries, I became an American Citizen. And you can see that I’m quite happy about it. Because now, my dear friends, I can vote. Yes, I can. And so should you.
I’m looking at my mother and touching her hand, but she doesn’t look back at me. She stays still, folded on herself, her back bent forward, looking down; then she shuts her eyes as hard as she can. She is trying to keep out the sounds and the images that seem to attack her from…
A few weeks ago I felt quite sorry for myself (long before Katrina, when I didn’t yet feel ashamed to feel sorry for myself). It was Friday evening and I was still at work finishing a report. Usually I leave work earlier on Fridays and I enjoy some Anto quality time by myself. I love…
Everybody is blogging on their mothers lately. Jory started with a post on her mom, Joy, that made me sob. people have somehow caught on to this woman’s ability to not judge– even in matters concerning me–to listen, and, if you’re meeting her in-person, to feed you. [After that post, Joy decided to start her…
Today I had lunch with Amber, a Business System Analyst who works as a contractor for my company. I met her at PhillyCHI, the local chapter of the ACM Computer-Human Interactions special interest group. She is such a smart wise young woman. I am in total awe of young people who are thoughtful and deliberate…