While we have all been motivated to take on more of an activist role in our daily lives, we also need some intermittent distraction to ease strain on the brain. And oh, the strain on the brain to come.
This is not nearly as political as some of you want me to be, but it’s the first time I have written anything in four months. I sat down to see if my fingers could remember what to do.
Yesterday she took the Lord’s name in vain. In the proper context. That was a text I didn’t forward to my mother.
Coming to terms with the reality facing those of us who are parents of a generation that will not know life without the Internet.
The cautionary tale strikes again.
I blame that goddamn Adele song for putting me in a mood of total appreciation and gratitude. Well, after it made me bawl for two days straight.
You could totally pin the shit out of this image, would you look at that.
I’m going to lure you with this innocent picture of Coco into a deranged and diagnosable seven-minute span of my day. Let’s do this.
I could have watched a movie on this flight but instead I had a few hours alone to write and it feels so amazing that I feel like I’m flying. OH WAIT.
I now have figurines to help facilitate the lessons I will teach my children about certain online behavior.