my thoughts on whatever comes to me--including cravings for iyan and egusi soup--as i write.
last night, at the invitation of a dear friend, i went to a live screening of the pbs independent lens documentary, "motherland afghanistan," a harrowing look at the chaotic state of women's health care in the nation, since the 2001 american invasion. the parts that would otherwise move me to tears, did not. i felt unnaturally stoic. this morning, i wonder whether i have become somewhat desensitized to human suffering, or am just holding my breath.