"There is a stigma in this country around women with jobs. So I want to start an organization that provides girls in the Congo with examples of women around the world who have balanced family and career. Most men in this country think it’s only about money. They think: ‘If I make enough money for us to live, then my wife should take care of the children.’ The common belief is that a woman who works is hurting her children. People don’t realize that children also gain from the knowledge and experiences of their mother."
(Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo)
Me: What’s the highlight of your day?
A: You. How about yours?
Me: Taking off my pants and jumping in bed to nap after work. And also you.
"I was going to one of my first exams, and suddenly there was a bombing. In downtown Damascus! I couldn’t believe it! I didn’t think this was possible. Windows were broken everywhere, and there were people on the ground, and the sounds of ambulances. Then over the next few weeks, everything changed. The taxis in the streets were replaced by tanks. You no longer knew who was your friend and who was your enemy. Suddenly you could be killed, and nobody would ask why. Before war, you have rights. People will ask why you were killed. When war comes, nobody asks why you were killed anymore." (Erbil, Iraq)
Andrew and I had a really lovely night last night. We hadn’t seen each other in a week. Did some yard work, which is our favorite, hung out with the chickens, laid down and listened to Reading Rainbow parodies, had drinks with friends, went grocery shopping, which is our second favorite, made Habanero hot sauce form scratch, tripped out over the moon, slow danced while listening to records, ate some tacos, and planned our trips.
I fell asleep to him telling me how beautiful I am.
Which was lame.
Jk, I’m in love.