I am coming home from work, from the university library, doing more research, trying to connect to a community, but today has been a bad day even moreso than other days. I have not been productive. Nothing happened. And don’t you hate it, when you get home from such days, bad as they already are, to drag your finger across the screen in search of the regular plethora of inane information online only to stumble upon an old photo – a young photo – of a peer you used to know or work with and only to find that the photo links to her untimely obituary. Your life grinds to a halt for many reasons like, you miss her, you’re afraid of death too and what’s it like to be dead? And so on, some thoughts being shallow and insecure not yet fit for publication. So a young, beautiful Anglo-girl with pale skin and sparkling blue eyes with an intelligence many bigoted would think to be unseemly for a woman?