That's just a brief sampling of the epithets folks were hurling on Facebook this morning. Some were talking about their FB friends. Others, directly to their FB friends. It occurred to me that Facebook has forever altered the definition of “friend.”
Suicide rates in the United States have risen almost 30% in less than two decades. This is the finding of a government survey spanning the years 1999 through 2016. I stress that end date – 2016 – knowing that many of my readers might otherwise Jump to Trump. (Jump to Trump is my catch phrase for “jump to the conclusion that it’s Donald Trump’s fault.” Won’t work this time, y’all.)
Far from it. I used to wax philosophical about gravity’s pull is wisdom gained. Not anymore, seeing as I don’t know how much lower my eyelids can go. However, I do admire those who have embraced the aging process with vigor and glee despite whatever may ail them.
Did you get up early last Saturday for the Royal Wedding? I did, and it was absolutely worth it.
The perfect dress . . . the perfectly silly hats . . . the spectacular music . . . the sweet looks between Meghan and Harry . . . the funny looks on wedding guests’ faces during Bishop Michael Curry’s sermon . . .
It’s graduation season, and all across America famous people are standing behind podiums, capped and gowned, offering sagacious advice to our nation’s freshly minted adults.
To be at the edge. It seems we exist there without even knowing it. The next step, a leap, a dive, a fall, an escape, an exodus. Maybe it is the brink of success or failure, the fringes of health or sickness, or the boundary between life and death.