Voice from the Bottom of the Well

Friends,

I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long. I’ve missed you. I don’t know how much longer until I’m able to return here. In the meantime, here are two things that almost got a laugh out of me in the last few days.

  • My friend M, in a tone of great seriousness, asked me at dinner last weekend, “You know, Ginna: talk to me about those fried cakes.”
  • Yesterday was my first day of ESL tutoring as a volunteer with Refugee Transitions. My student is Madhu, a Bhutanese woman a few years older than I. When I arrived at her East Oakland apartment, she wrapped her arms around herself to mime feeling chilly, and ventured, “I am old man!”

    See you later if the dust settles.

    Love,
    Ginna

    2 comments

    1. There you are. I’ve missing your blogging. You should do it more.

      Oh, and I was the FIRST M. I dunno who this other M is. The interloper! His comment is very funny though.

    2. HEY! I just want to take you by the shoulders and shake you for not posting in so long. All of the Bay Area goes dark when this blog is not active.

      Please make sure it does not happen again.

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