I’ve been off Facebook since the beginning of January and off Instagram, Twitter, and Pinterest since the third week of January.
It’s equal parts self-imposed banishment and spiritual fast with my church, The Belonging Co in Nashville. Our church does an annual Daniel Fast at the start of each year and I felt I needed to include my access to social information and news sites on my list of things to remove from my daily consumption.
Along with all forms of dairy, animal meats, caffeine, and flour, I have not had a taste of my social media feeds or go-to news sources. …
My phone made me cry as I looked through old messages. I was cleaning out my Inbox. Keep, delete, delete, delete, keep, keep.
I chanced upon a message that had been sitting unnoticed and buried past the bottom of my screen. I didn’t remember who it was from but I knew the name. I clicked on it and my heart skipped a beat.
It was a series of photos of my two dogs at their foster mom’s house. Kirby, my pudgy Mini Pinscher Chihuahua mix, and Oscar, my Havanese, were sitting together on a couch. …
The hardest part about being homeless is not having my own space. I’m not living on the streets but I’m in a temporary living situation in my daughter’s guest room.
I’m not standing at an intersection carrying a backpack. I’m roommates with two adults and their toddler and I’m having a blast.
People give me a cautious “Oh…” when they find out I live with my only child and her family. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Adult children move in with their parents after college and before they find a job, right? …