Letters, mommyhood, and tortillas...by Kathy

First thing this morning I was reading my scriptures and knew that I had to write a letter on behalf of a woman who has been incredibly wronged and needs witnesses to that effect.  It was the kind of sgbd that won't let you get on with your day until you do it.  So I did...

Over the past few days I've had many sgbd's that relate to being a mom and being in the moment with my kids.  Always hard for me but I'm trying to follow them.

Didn't follow one at a restaurant tonight.  We were in Old Town at a restaurant where three women stand at a hot table-thing all night making tortillas and I thought that I should tell them the tortillas were awesome and say thank you on my way out.  Basically I chickened out...there's no easy way to talk to them because people are crowded nearby waiting for tables, they probably don't speak English, "is the right word bien or buena?", etc.  Passing by the window where you could see them I wished they spoke ASL and I could have told them that way...but kept walking.  Felt a little better when Richard gave our last tortilla to a homeless woman with no teeth, but that was him following his sgbd's and not me...