About Face.

My Facebook feed is a battlefield; a tumultuous air, land and sea melee of conflicting ideas and digital rallies for support. Most days, I log in to see what my friends are up to but what I’m met with are the political ramblings from adults who march their blind biases around like Thanksgiving Day Parade …

Thankfully, onward.

The “self” looking back at me said, “Good morning. Short work week this week, you can make it. Coffee soon. Put a bunch of stuff in your hair to hold it down since it’s windy. Maybe pick up some sweet gum at Duane Reade. Also, you failed at everything this year.”