and in the Spring, we reap what we sow
May 2001, I gave birth to my daughter - one of the most important people and experiences of my life.
May 2005, I visited Paris for the first time. A dream of mine since the day my mother enrolled me in French class at my East Los Angeles Junior High School in 1979.
May 2014, I will defend my dissertation. Finally.
May is the month of mother's day.
I am juggling four part-time jobs to pay mortgage, bills and my health insurance. I am co-parenting an amazing girl, as a single mom. I am spent. I am happy. It is happening - the impossible is possible. An at-risk low-income ethnic minority urban girl is coming full circle -from East LA to Westwood and back. My mom would be so proud - is proud.
My sister, Carol, asked me: Do you ever thank God for your brain? Yes, sister. Thank you, Yesus, for my brain, my mom, my daughter, my family, my friends, my mentors, my teachers, my inner voice, my healers, my readers, my books, my 2000 Toyota Echo, my jobs, my home, my life, my mistakes, my lessons learned, my opportunities, my faith, my hope, my persistence and presumptuousness in the face of sure defeat, and a reader miles away who sent me a note saying "keep writing."
Happy Spring :)