We tend to mark the passage of time with the standard dates: birthdays, anniversaries, New Year’s Day. But sometimes you have an experience so profound, a random date creeps its way into the fray. For me it’s October 7.
Today in 2012, I was stepping off a plane in Ethiopia, bleary eyed, anxious and a little nauseated, all of which was trumped by the excitement of whatever would come next.
With Cathleen Falsani, via Jeannine Harvey
