I have one more summer left in my 30's, and I just had to do yoga on my bed because I have two skinned knees and a bad back. Everything is slowly thawing in my freezer, as I avoid the problem entirely. I'm stuck between two generations that know everything and hold a rather tenuous grasp on what the hell "truth" means. I don't have any idea what difference my voice will make, but I have to believe that not having raised it before has had consequences. So, I choose to speak.
