It’s a lazy Sunday morning in Texas. My dear friend Kathy, who I met when we were seventeen, is reading the San Antonio Express-News. I’m Googling “gun deaths in the United States.” [Read more…]
I can’t do a blog post today. My little essays are meaningless in the face of such tragedy. I feel despair about the carnage, and about the possibility of it ever getting better. But if we didn’t learn anything from seeing twenty 6-year-olds being slaughtered, if we weren’t moved by a President’s tears, there’s no hope for us.
So I’m spending my time praying and hugging my family. I’m sorry I’m such a downer. I’m sure by next week, like the rest of the nation, I will have forgotten, mostly. And continue whistling past the graveyard, hoping it never happens to us personally.
Please say something. I’d appreciate it.
Can you imagine the internet being priced like a cable TV package? Let’s say you want to keep using Google. Or Facebook. Or Netflix. Would you be happy if your Internet provider wanted to charge you $50 a month for each of them? [Read more…]