My daughter Jemesii was incredibly articulate from an early age. She, who at the age of two, asked me where our thoughts go at night. And then on another occasion, while driving in the car, wondered why the moon kept following us.
I have always bowed down to her wisdom.
Once she learned how to write she would express her frustration and anger through little notes, which she would throw in my general direction before running off.
No, they would say. No no no no no.
And that just about sums up how I feel about the world right now.
One big no.
life and breath: outliving lung cancer 