There’s a certain privilege in being exceptionally good at what you do. People may never change the rules publicly, but they’ll quietly find reasons why those rules shouldn’t apply to you.
The pillow does not get enough respect for what it does. A soft little accomplice that hears our thoughts, catches our tears, and carries our heads through the worst nights without saying a word. That is loyalty to me.
I had one of those moments today where I paused, looked at my life and thought, “This is actually quite remarkable.”
Then I remembered I’m not done cooking. My kids are going to have an unreasonable amount of explaining to do when people ask how they got so lucky.
Elections make me somewhat uneasy. Ultimately, they are contests for power, and even if you believe you have no stake in the outcome, its consequences will find you. Right now, it feels like we’re all in divorce court, waiting to see who gets custody of us.
#Zambiadecides
I'll tell my kids the world has always found a way to open itself to those whose lives do not quarrel with their words, who know where they're going and are willing to lose comfort for conviction. I hope they will look at my life and find enough reason to believe me.
There’s a rumor going around in my family that I’ve found love. I can see why they’d say that; I did try to find it once. But it’s unlikely.
Right now, I’m struggling to find my wallet, and there’s plenty of evidence that it exists.
I have a weakness for beautiful ideas.
The kind that make you pause, think, and marvel at how clever the world can be.
If it gets my mind working overtime, chances are it'll steal the rest of me too.
Discipline in my house will follow due process. Any child of mine who misbehaves will be arraigned in the living room, with liberty to appoint a sibling as counsel. Where their mother is the complainant, summary judgment shall apply and without leave to appeal.