We’re depending on you

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Present Tense

Head in HandsWhat the HELL is going on in the world? What is wrong with people? We could turn those phrases into a drinking game this week and we’d all be drunker than skunks if you took a shot every time those words were spoken.

It’s crazy right now, but the interesting thing is that even though we do have some common pains and worries, we don’t really have common solutions. Another mass shooting: one side calls for stricter gun laws, another for looser ones. Another instance of alleged police misconduct resulting in a civilian death: one side says police have a hard job and we should always respect that, while the other side says that the police are the enemy.

And the frustrating thing for me is that these issues seem to always divide along party lines. If you’re in one party, you must believe this, which will of course, be…

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A Light in the Night

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Shoulda Woulda Coulda.” Tell us about something you know you should do . . . but don’t.

In the dark, it flashes. I look up. The clock screams, “It’s midnight. You should be sleeping.”

I look at my smartphone, charging on my bedside table. It begs for my attention. It’s a needy beast, constantly interrupting me. It has no sense of manners. It pays no attention to the people I’m speaking to at the moment, or in this case, the fact that I’m sleeping.

“Hey, you!” The light flashes its visual Morse code.

“Look at me!”

I groan and check.

“Hey! It’s Esme’s birthday today, don’t you know?” the phone says. It’s perky and bright.

I set it to vibrate, turn it face down and roll over. I can almost hear its muffled plea for interaction.

My phone has no concept of time.

I make a mental note to wish Esme a happy birthday in the morning.

And another mental note to smash my phone.