Funny story. I was sitting on my couch reading I Am Malala, crying. Sitting on my couch, in my climate-controlled, well-lit, safe, two bedroom apartment in Los Angeles, after eating a giant plate of food I made on my gas stove (for which I didn't have to go buy gas somewhere in town), with my perfect child sleeping in his room, where he would likely sleep through the night, which he has done pretty m…
SOURCE: www.daisyeagan.com at 05:39PM on October 29, 2014