its times like these i envy my mom’s isolation from the world around her.

she’s losing her hip and spends most of the day in bed. She has to hobble around with a walker. spending a lot of time in bed, she watches a lot of tv. Most of what she watches is true-crime, some reality (thankfully not much) but very little actual day-to-day news of the world.

I doubt she could tell me who was running for president on either side. She sure doesn’t have to endure every stupid ass thing that falls out of the carnival barkers mouth. She doesn’t have to hear endlessly about the mass shootings, endless wars, hatred, xenophobia…

i can’t see myself ever not being plugged in but sometimes i envy her for her lack of connection to the outside world. Her world, for good or ill, is her house, family and her pain. I envy that.



short and sweet tonight

my social media policy is as follows: you can say whatever stupid shit you want to on your own page and as long as you don’t come onto my side of the yard with nonsense, i won’t come onto your page and tell you you’re full of shit.

I had to fight hard tonight to not break that policy.

In an age of deeply divided partisan politics there has been a lot of mudslinging on both sides and with Facebook and twitter our political beliefs are on display like never before (coincidence that recent studies show we are more divided then ever?). This means people can find their echo chamber and live very comfortably inside with their like-minded friends. That doesn’t change the fact that facts are facts and when you get frothed up over something facts can dispute the rest of us look at you like you’re crazy.

just never let facts get in the way of a good bias or age getting in the way of acting like a child.

spread love and understanding, not blind hate and unchecked ignorance