Unacceptable

Congratulations to myself. This is the longest I have ever gone without posting since this blog began six years ago. I blame life. There is a crawling baby in my apartment, an graduate school.

It is also mango season, and that means that valuable time is spent carving these fruits of sunset and letting their slimy meat soak into my taste buds.

My grandmother wrote me. I received her crooked writing in the mail. My 83-year old grandmother who is in the middle of the jungle in the Philippines, took the time, with her poor eyesight to write our family a letter.

You can imagine the guilt i feel right at this moment because I didn’t do it first. Which I am supposed to, because I am the only white grand-daughter she has and isn’t that reason enough?

I am been toying around with the whole nature vs nurture aspect of life. And have warmed up to the idea that we are mostly nature with sprinklings of nurture. This is all the more supported when you meet my grandmother, who as P Bonez says: is the most like me in the entire family.

The warming aspect of nature is that if my kid is destined to fuck up, it’s already programmed in his genes, no matter what I do can take that away from him. However, I do wonder how many aspects of our personalities are nurtured. And so, which sprinkle am I supposed to sprinkle?

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Germapino with a Jewish Twist. Twist. Collective Thoughts of a Ginrod are the musings of a Texas born,half German, half Filipina girl who who went on a trip to Bangkok and found herself in the Holy Land , as a jew, married to an Englishman, with 3 kids and a pup named Henck.

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