My words are not written from the edge of a knife. They ooze from between my fingers like mud. There are
seeds there, organic filaments composting. My writing is full of semi-permeable membranes....read more I have
worked as a medical interpreter, lived in the former Soviet Union; currently, I am employed as an analyst.
Numerous times, I have been lost in translation. I have five children. One of them is diagnosed with
autism. He is a genius. I have been blessed with an overabundance of genes inscribed with a secret code
that spells "mother", and this drives me to continue functioning throughout the shipwreck of what popular
culture names a personal life. My pain, your pain erodes the glacier that is my heart. I am melting.