Allow me to divert for a moment. I hope it doesn’t make me less black that I’m reading a book by a white American woman, but right now, I’m relating to Amy Poehler like you can’t believe.
She says life is messy and without order. It is an imperfect balancing act of putting kids to bed, commuting and work all the while trying to make sense of it all. I liked this poem she wrote when she was just 13 years old:
When life attacks you from everyside
It hurts –
Too much –
And the most
Easiest way out is –
So there it is. She has found my spot. I will keep reading…