For the past 15 years or so, I’ve been aware of a woman who shares my name. She attended the University of Virginia around the time that I was in college and married a guy named Albert a few years ago. Occasionally, I’ll get email that was meant for her. For the past week, I’ve been receiving emails from the Shangri-La Hotel in Yangon (not Rangoon, interesting) asking me to rate my recent stay.
Whenever I get a reminder that Anny is out there doing something more fun than me (although what’s more fun than eating burgers?), I just remind myself that I secured firstname.lastname from Gmail way before my nemesis could. Blessing (AND A CURSE).
Earlier today, I finished Tears We Cannot Stop: A Sermon to White America by Michael Eric Dyson. Good stuff, even though his editors didn’t catch the correct spelling of Nikole Hannah-Jones’ name. I am currently reading The Sound of Music Family Scrapbook. (RIP, Charmian Carr.)