My parents treated my like I had a brain - which, in turn, caused me to have one.
Catholics have guilt and Jews have guilt, fine. But mothers can trump them all.
It's always refreshing to step into another time.
I've always had this unresolved desire to prove that I could get a Ph.D., or contribute something else to the world.
I don't want to live in a bubble, in my craft or in the world... I can't, I would be cheating myself out of my generation and the world we live in.
I love the rebelliousness of snail mail, and I love anything that can arrive with a postage stamp. There's something about that person's breath and hands on the letter.