I can simply absorb the beauty without seeing it through six different lenses of politics.
I got my period last night, which means my upper body is curled over in an attempt to protect my abdomen from jostling.
Maybe you would have preferred I say nothing.
I squealed with glee again when I saw pictures of my book in Russian bookstores, with the title in Cyrillic.
I know distractions are helpful for me.
I contacted several church-organized outreach programs, but only one responded to my email and that was to decline.