It wasn't just that I was getting a chance to see something incredibly rare and beautiful, a pair of birds with an amazing conservation story. It was also that I was instantly utterly besotted with them.
I’ve always avoided pictures of myself, but I shamelessly took a picture of myself mid-vacation, working in the pottery studio. When I posted it on Facebook, I described it as the photo I took because I wanted to remember what I looked like when I was happy.
“My grandfather is a rapist.” I started saying these words to myself frequently, at unpredictable times. I would be riding the metro to work, or eating breakfast at my desk, and remember that my grandfather was a rapist.