Posted in August 2015 …

you think you know someone

I thought I knew my dad. Because I’ve always known him haven’t I? Since the literal moment I was born. Before then really. But last night, I met him–really saw him for who he was, independent of being my dad–for the very first time. And now, I know him. Other people knew him. They’ve been … Continue reading →

why I foster

  Why. It’s a good question. Even without a question mark. I’m introspective so I ask it a lot. I’m extroverted so then I answer. (That’s right, I can’t stop talking even when I’m the only one listening.) Right now, I’m asking it. Why do I. And here’s what I am answering to myself. Because. … Continue reading →