For just ten minutes, I’d like to be a 70’s housewife, in a pantsuit, cooking dinner, awakening to women’s lib, walking up to my husband and saying simply, “Herb, I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m going to Fresno for the weekend with Janice. I’ll call you.”
The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story.
—Chiamamanda Ngozi Adichie (via quotesandnonsense)
forgiveness love compassion self reflection compassion love forgiveness (repeat)
Once, while living in Vermont, in October mind you, my car slid down a steep back road hill during a sudden freeze. It was dark, and not a house nearby. I spent the night in my car listening to tom petty and waiting for morning and the sand truck that I figured had to come. It did. But, right before dawn, I was spooked and considered rationing my velamints. I remembered this today because I live in LA, and I left my sweatshirt home, and was pissed that I felt a little chilly.
Oh how I love The West.