- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
.Bikaou
my beautiful and amazing Tchadian mother - Sage Femme (midwife) at the hospital
Please tell her that I still think she's the most beautiful woman in Chad and that I miss her and your whole family sooo much!!!
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