Quarter Century
Like many fellow humans, I am not sure what to make of the recent attacks around the world. I know that I feel infinite gratitude for life, but I understand, too, that all our of lives are threatened. There is fear everywhere - whether is be by the American police or the growing group of the Islamic State. Or the fear that the media is perpetrating. I sit in Oakland and think about all the anger, unrest, uncertainty. How can we live in a state of such... in my backyard and across the sea. I find solace in the sunshine, my gentle community, and the opportunities I've had to succeed. People are being displaced. People have ALWAYS been displaced. Where is the (human) in humanity? Then again, I'm displacing. Young, white, educated female. Always trying to grasp my place in this colorful world, this maze of a place. At a quarter century, I'm grateful for life. I'm grateful that my parents, although unsure about the love that was built between them. They decid