The Help

I just saw the movie The Help, and all I can say, is that everyone needs to go see it, and I can't wait to read the book for book club in October. I laughed, I cried, I clapped, I covered my eyes; the movie was just fantastic. I can only hope that if I was living in Mississippi in this era, that I would be a Skeeter, and not a Hilly or Lizzie. I felt ashamed of some of the characters, and so proud of others. There was redemption, and there was cruelty. There was just so much. I can't say the two things that I wish had/hadn't happened, but I am definitely satisfied and highly, highly recommend it to anyone who hasn't seen it. It realllllly makes you think.

Fear

Everyone has fears; its a normal fact of life. I have many fears, as I am sure most people do. There is one fear, however, that I only have when I am in DC: whenever I hear a plane, and it is loud because it is close, my stomach tightens and I worry about it flying into a building. Specifically, I worry about it flying into my building. I don't worry about this when I am on a plane, or when I am visiting SD or LA; just when I am in DC...which is most of the time as I live here. It is obvious that this fear has its roots in 9/11 and the work that I do, but it is also really annoying, especially as my stomach tightens when I hear a plane nearby whether I am at home or at work. And as annoying as it may be, I don't see my fear going away any time soon. It's fascinating, and somewhat scary, what kind of impact one event can have on our lives.