aminaharper

I love stories that place emphasis on heritage. Folk tales, mythology, old family stories, and anything that contributes to the long yarns connected to someone’s history; especially if there are visuals to go along with that. And if those visuals are sparkly, extremely detailed and thought-provoking, then all the better.

I get invited to events occasionally, and while I pride myself on being a house hermit I try to get out every now and then to catch something new. This time I will be attending another press preview on the 18th of April at the recently opened Public Functionary for their very first exhibition.

When I began writing for the Twin Cities Daily Planet it never really occurred to me that I could get free access to things. I mean, I knew it was possible, but I wasn’t entirely aware that I could use my status as a member of the press to partake in events that I might not get to see otherwise—and get free breakfast in the process.

When I was growing up my mother would always remind me to say “thank you” whenever someone complimented me. Actually, it wasn’t so much reminding as it was public nagging—as though it would never occur to me to show gratitude on my own. If I told her of praise I had gotten during the day she would respond with, “Did you remember to say thank you?” and I would always make sure to tell her that I did or else she would insist that I write the unnamed giver of flattery a Thank You note for their kindness.