Perhaps because I’m an immigrant myself, perhaps because I was born into a United States that still held dear little bits of the ‘American Dream’, perhaps because I’m a left-wing-hippy-dippy-head-in-the-clouds-optimistic-humanitarian, I just don’t get it.
It appears I have done a very bad job of creating a photo collection of my home state. . . …
For my sins, I have resolved to write the story of me.
Do you need to know about me? Does knowing about me strengthen or weaken my positions and arguments? Are you curious?
. . .in the spirit of trying to be at least somewhat informed on the subjects I am spouting off about, I am making an effort to be ‘news aware’.
We are, in our ‘civilised’ Western democracies, supposed to value fair trial and due process of law. Even when we find the actions – and even the individuals – deplorable.
You see, I believe that it is entirely possible for smart, successful women who demand equality to also be interested in fashion. And make-up. And appearance.
I always have very, very mixed feelings about going back to Alabama.
So, here, dear reader, is my Parental Advisory: Explicit Content notice for you.
The truth is, though, I’ve hated being in my 40s. Okay, maybe not hated, but. . . .
He is mine, and I am his, and together we are very, very good.
GBBO has it all: drama, comedy, tension, a villain, teachers’ pets, underdogs, rain, and, possibly best of all, Mel and Sue.
Idiotically, and I mean that (I looked it up – second definition: senselessly foolish or stupid), I wrote my MA …
. . . for better or worse, here’s a bit of me. . . .
“You sure are fat, ain’t you?”
Well, I reasoned, if, no matter what option I choose, I’m going to be the ‘master of the myth’ as some guy in an airport so accurately described it, I might as well get paid for it. At least that was honest.
When I graduated from college, I had a fine degree from a rather okay liberal arts school – and not a single useful skill.
This is a little bit of making amends to someone who actually showed some faith in me, and it’s a little bit of making amends to myself for not having faith in me, and it’s a little bit of taking a chance, and it is, quite frankly, a whole lot of therapy.