The distance between 19 and 29 is always a revelatory one, but for me it has been a decade defined by the slow and steady realization of exactly what happened to us that day. Today, I feel most touched by 9/11 when I see politicians saying their goal is to defeat each other instead of promising to make changes for good. I see it in angry Facebook posts and scathing blogs. I see it in recall campaigns and fear-mongering around dinner tables. I see the anger everywhere, and it’s exhausting. I’m deeply disheartened by the negativity all around me. I’m more than disheartened; I’m disappointed.
Yea for Fall! Wait – what? Who am I?
Something really strange happened the other day. It got cold. Like, crazy cold. It was 90 degrees in Howell on Monday, and then Wednesday it was in the 50s.
But that wasn’t the weird thing. As anyone from Michigan can tell you, that’s called September. The part about this that shocked me was my reaction to it. I stepped out on the porch to take Gunshy for his morning walk and was absolutely elated to have to turn around for a coat. As someone who has always been a diehard summer girl, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why I was so stinking happy to be chilly.
We don’t want you for that, Google. Sorry.
For the record, the morning I woke up and Google+ appeared in the world, I was livid. What? Another social network? For real? I have to do this too? The hilarious thing about this is that social media is a part of my job. The only thing I love more than whining about and making […]
Natalie Burg 