I’d call this Part One of my Boston Marathon experience, but that part started the day I did my first long run.
When the Internet concern trolls you and calls you crazy, you turn that shit into a podcast.
I was ging to write a short feature about a friend’s book I really love, and this is what happened.
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.
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.