An Exercise in Perspective

Thanks to a healthy dose of narcissism (ahem) and the promise of readership from a few dear friends, I started a blog. Pre-writing jitters aside, I'm really excited to have this opportunity to get my head back in the game, so to speak. If you know me, you know I feel the loss of certain important brain cells deeply; childbirth and restaurant work have sapped my reserves. Nonetheless, I promise to attempt substance and depth on an infrequent basis and we shall see where it goes from there.

I conceived the idea for this blog one day during the Arizona immigration law controversy. I merely wanted to point out that everyone in America has an ancestor that was once an immigrant, just to provide a little perspective for the jingoist anti-immigration camp, and did my Facebook wall ever blow up. Did I want people to agree with me? Of course. Did I want to sway people to my side? Sure, what good liberal doesn't? But what I really wanted was the discussion. For both sides to have an equal share of the conversation. For there to be understanding and the beautiful exchange of information and ideas that makes having different opinions worthwhile. I did get the last word on that particular day so maybe it's easier for me to say that now, but seriously. I spent my entire college career examining different perspectives and hunting for the Truth in fiction; it's only fitting that I continue. This time I'll be hunting for the Truth in adulthood and I am certain that will be an equally challenging task.