So, as I sat at the dinner table by myself eating my dinner, I really found myself comparing the moment I was in with the efforts my friend's Eritrean community was making on behalf of a bereaved family. In my more cynical moments, I found myself thinking that maybe the best efforts that white Americans could muster in such a situation would be to form a committee.
I don't know why--every time I think about dropping a couple hundred bucks on a window AC unit, something in me keeps on saying, "Nah, I'll just tough it out."
It's as if the various elements of this kitchen were simply waiting to be put together like puzzle pieces. My life has been feeling like that lately.