The ways in which we avoid doing our required reading...

When I started this blog it was partly to raise money to be able to move to Berkeley and partly to document what happened once I arrived.

Never did it occur to me that there were more of me. Never did I think that there was going to be this extensive community of mothers that had suffered, struggled, succeeded, and surpassed all expectations of "what they should have been."

I never once thought that "at my age" I would go to some university and actually make friends, and I never once thought that the friends I would make would be this network of people that really are more than a network and more than "just" friends. I think, as I near the end of my struggle through undergraduate academia and near the beginning of a new struggle altogether, I think that I was pretty blind to think that the mamas of the world couldn't do this, that they wouldn't be here. I think that I was brought up to assume that single mamas just don't go to college, they don't do smart shit with their lives. And I also think that my being taught that was no mistake, and no misunderstanding, and that it was deliberate, and that it still happens to young mamas every single day. I also think we should try to fix that shit.


As soon as we realize that they, "they," whoever the fuck "they" are have no say in our real lives, the better off we are.

I should be doing my homework. It's just that I'm so full of emotion lately. The notion of leaving here, with nowhere to go, except of course the homes of the women here who are willing to take me in... it just twists my head up in all kinds of different Foulcauldian ways. I love the love, but I hate "the system" even more now than I did when I was a teen-aged anarchist. That's life, I suppose.