Coming to terms with the reality facing those of us who are parents of a generation that will not know life without the Internet.
If only those random strangers on Facebook could see THIS post. HOOOOOO!
The cautionary tale strikes again.
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.
I hope she’s learning to tie knots, build a shelter, start a fire and how to make mama a hot dog.
How you can use your name to bring light to and change the lives of those who are in most need of it.
You might as well just insert a picture of Kanye’s face here to sum up this section of the story of my daughter’s eyesight.
On the desire I have to get back to why I started “living online” in the first place: writing for the love of it, writing when the story inside is begging to be told.