- Their phone book is alphabetical by first name. Because people traditionally take on their mother or father's first name plus "döttir" for daughters, or "son" for sons (I would be Christin Garysdöttir) for a surname, thus rendering their last names kind of slippery, it's just easier to look them up by first name. Likewise, professors are referred to by their first name. Which seems very California to me.
- NASA used to conduct lunar training there, since it has terrain that is not dissimilar to the moon. Oh my gosh you guys, I'm going to the moon!
- The population is only 310,000. The literacy rate is 100%. In the 1960s, there were 40 bookshops in the capital. They have virtually no pollution because of their wealth of geothermal resources for powering the country. They have hot springs, glaciers, and sand dunes (doesn't that sound like an episode of Lost?). Police don't carry guns because the crime rate is so low. Once a year, those in parliamentary must speak entirely in rhyme. There are no ruins. The Mid-Atlantic Ridge runs right through the middle, so technically it is split into two continents.
It used to make me unique among my friends, to have lost a parent at such a young age. But I’m no longer young and many friends have joined this depressing club. The dues are astronomical and no one prepares refreshments.
People, moms are important. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Whether you were once a child or are currently a mom. They are the sun, moon, and stars, even when they are completely obscured by darkness.
I wish she mattered less. She doesn’t. She matters more than almost anything: that first hit of love, that childhood sense of safety, that initial understanding of what it means to be a woman in the world: mom.
Memory is funny when it comes to dead people: I can remember her any way I want. Which means I can also mis-remem…