Today is my 27th birthday. I sat early this morning reading, from a book called Jewish Grandmothers. I came across a passage that I would like to share.
...I had dreamed of free schools, free colleges, where I could learn to give out my innermost thoughts and feelings to the world. But no sooner did I come off the ship than hunger drove me to the sweat-shop, to become a "hand" - not a brain - not a soul - not a spirit - but just a "hand" - cramped, deadened into a part of a machine. A hand fit only to grasp, not to give.
-Anzia Yezierska, Children of Loneliness
About Me
- Meg V
- American Fork, Utah, United States
- Who am I? I am a woman passionate, passionate about the treatment of our earth, passionate about the treatment of all things living, passionate about our handling of the human spirit. I am a woman struggling to find peace in the unpredictability of life. I am a woman who loves good music, good food, and great art. I am a woman who feels sexy in red heels. I am a woman no longer surprised by ignorance, but angered by its hate. I am a woman turned on by a good book. I am a woman who would like to give the world one gift – tolerance.
"So which one are we taking home, the Van Gogh or Gaugin?"