Last year, I was a terrible friend. I didn't reply emails, forgot birthdays and never kept in touch much. Just because I had a baby.
Yes, I became one of those women, who was always dishelleved, always late, always never kept an appointment, cancelled the book club invite, didn't go for her high school reunion, was more interested in her baby's burping habits than talking about poverty/death/war.
My insularity bugged me and made me want to scream but in a way, I think it was a necessary process.
Now, I am reconnecting and want to thank my friends for being so patient with me.
January: The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini , The Calcutta Chromosome by Amitave Ghosh
Feb: The Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama