My semester off from my master’s level work on World History has reached its end… only a few more weeks left until the academic session I skipped comes to a close.
I want my degree. I love African history. I am fascinated by colonialism, Islam, Francophonie and obscure languages. But I am forty-something and my daughter, at almost 13, floats between child and young woman/ angel and royal handful.
So my place is here. At home. I get it. But parenting is a thankless job, even with love and a well-behaved-almost-adult as its reward. Sometimes it gets hard to exist only as the nag, the disciplinarian, the cook, etc.
And sometimes I miss long discussions debating the similarities of the industrial and technological revolutions.
I have been reading, and enjoying, Philip Gourevitch’s book We Wish to Inform You that Tomorrow we will be Killed with our Families: Stories from Rwanda. It is a sobering book.
More on this later… my daughter is on her way home and I have to sneak a doughnut before she arrives.
Angel, I found your blog. I hope you are well and your family is healthy as well. I think about you often and I hope one day to catch up with all you have been doing.
Please contact me when you can. Keep your passion for life going.
Hi, Doug. Good to hear from you. Not sure what I could catch you up on.