It's almost impossible to think of a day when Facebook won't be part of our lives. And yet, like everything else, it probably has a life span and eventually will reach an end, a day when it's no longer current, or interesting or useful. Or it's too abusive. And something else will take its place. . . .
Now there's a Facebook or blog post meme for every day of the week. You know, like Throwback Thursday. Gratitude Monday. Caturday. You know. I have to admit. They bore me. I mean, I'm grateful on Mondays for the same thing I'm grateful for every single day of the week. And at my age, I'm a . . .
There's too little civilized discourse these days, and too much heated rhetoric. Any chance to understand people who hold different beliefs is overwhelmed by insults and comments meant to demean. And social media have become the new vehicle for this kind of derision. Perhaps this began with the . . .
Sometimes it gets to be more than a bit too much. Every single day I open my Facebook page and see at least one and often more than one brand new flattering photo of one or more social media friends posted on their account. Not to mention dozens of ubiquitous (and aptly named) "selfies." And . . .
Well, ok, here's the thing. Some people may not agree and if you don't, I'd like to hear your respectful disagreement. Read on: We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools. ~Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. We’re all born into a culture and grow up absorbing its values and . . .
Damaged, creative, crazy soul-- I love Sylvia Plath and can't get enough of books by and about her. Her journals? OMG, the words in her journals are lively, active, evocative, descriptive and her concepts come out fully formed. IN HER JOURNALS. My journals have always been full of dully written . . .
A few weeks ago an online friend commented that she'd given up her addiction to social media and had never been happier. I struggle, myself, with the amount of time I can sit and read posts, comment and talk to social media pals while important things in my life go unattended. I asked if she'd . . .
National (and individual) conversations about racism, homophobia and bigotry have amped up this week, starting with the Paula Deen deposition and on to the invalidation of a key part of the Voting Rights Act and, of course, the happy news that the Supreme Court has ruled that the Defense of Marriage . . .
"Are you on Facebook?" someone recently asked my husband. He said that he was not. "I can't imagine why anyone would be interested in the minutiae of my daily life, and I sure as shi t am not interested in theirs," he said. Although I'm an inveterate Facebook user, I must admit that I found . . .
Oh, I know some of you are not going to like this. But I think there's a group of people who agree with me. They are hiding in the closet, and this post is for them. I am on social media overload. I am saturated with it, and I don't even do as much as a lot of people, who seem to live on . . .