My mother and I speak different languages. Technology has brought us together | Jessie Tu
Writing letters to my mother feels liberating – even if simple sentences often get lost in translation
Last week, I wrote a letter to my mother on my computer. It began as an enumerate sort of text, detailing my day – I woke up, I went to yoga, I ate a bowl of porridge, I drove to work – but then quickly spiralled into an unbiddable series of paragraphs about my views on gender politics, feminism and the dire state of our country’s incarceration system.
I highlighted the text, then cut and pasted it into Google
