The New Orleans Times Picayune is going to three days a week and we are supposed to get our news online. Watch me hoofing it to the computer to count the dead toll – not. New York has stopped delivering mail on Mondays. Jet Blue used to be ideal – today I flew in a plane that was not even half-assed clean, it was disgusting – the bathroom toilet had piss all over the floor…
I was reading through Facebook and came across an entry from a friend who was taking her daughter along with six other girls out for the day. After struggling through four days of Tin’s defiant mood and my single-parentdom, I wanted desperately to hit the DISLIKE button but there wasn’t one. When I’m glazing over the FB entries and trying to reconcile how I have no time for much in my life anymore, I wonder…
When I was a pre-teen in Puerto Rico we had slam books – a composition book that you posed a question and your friends answered in it, along with other notes that accumulated in them. Where those slam books are now I have no idea. When I first got on My Space it was only due to intellectual curiosity and so it was that I followed the social media path reluctantly to Facebook because I…