I did go jogging this am, and I even got lost in my neighborhood. It's nice to go jogging and to even get lost and feel scared. As I ran, I felt strength everywhere in my body, then I went and sat on the Tennessee river and cried.
Single motherhood is not something new to me, but I no longer share my stories with the father of my children and it gets lonely around here.
Now though that I'm watching the news, I'm doing better. I still have a long day running the children. Reading Assia Djebar also brought tears to my eyes. I wondered if lives of Maghrebi women were simply miserable or if we contributed to the melodrama that is our lives?
I should be thankful... at least I have my freedom, and I am not in Libya or Syria or Yemen, amongst the other places in the world where bullets fly like birds.
