Sort of like a co-pilot, but more annoying. Yoda’s entreaty “There Is No Try” has been my life motto. It is even engraved via tattoo on one of my limbs (albeit disguised in Circular Gallifreyan – the language of the Time Lords). He annoyingly whispers in my ear just when don’t think I can trudge one more step through the Dagobah swamps. Then I think, “things are pretty fucked, but somehow, I’ll still make it to ComicCon one day.”
This blog is just a bunch of thoughts from a feminist, geek mom who is currently a laid-off Civics and Sociology teacher, and also a single mom of a boy who is unschooling. Life is always an adventure, especially with Yoda on your back.