• Facebook Challenge, 2009-2019
    Personal Growth

    Thoughts on Facebook’s ‘How Hard Did Aging Hit You’ Challenge

    I don’t normally participate in Facebook games that make demands. I’m rebellious that way. But curiosity overpowered my sense of defiance. So I did it. I followed the fad. I had to see how I have changed.  The directive calls for comparing your first Facebook profile photo and your current one. Mine are 10 years apart, 2009 to 2019.  When I put my first and most recent photos side by side, my first thought was, “Dang, I look better now!” That made me start thinking about who I was and what I was going through back then. My life has changed so much and I’m in a better place than…

  • Clash of Concepts Revisited

    June 12: A Deteriorating State

    By Linda Margison Webster defines “deteriorate” in the following two ways: “to become worse or of less value” and “to lower in character, dignity, or quality.” I can’t help but connect those definitions to the current state of our world, a place where progress, civility, acceptance, and hope caught a foothold and started to rise, but then was ambushed by an arrogant, racist, misogynistic, and greedy sect that hoisted its king and slid on its hood, rolling back unity and harmony in the name of patriotism, gun rights, and a bastardized view of religion. The more we instruct children to avoid being killed instead of telling gunmen not to kill,…

  • Clash of Concepts Revisited

    June 11: The Sounds of My Life

    By Linda Margison The swoosh, swoosh, swoosh of my unborn babies’ heartbeats. The sound of their first cries. “Love you, Mama.” “Forever and ever, amen.” Those are the sounds of my heart. “Goodbye.” “You are the problem. It’s all your fault.” The sprint cars roaring around the racetrack miles away. The thunder announcing an approaching storm. The rain, rushing down and hitting the earth in both destruction and nutrition, so loud and fierce I cringe and cower. The whir and rattle from the fans on either side of the bed, keeping the silence at bay, distracting my mind just enough to find slumber. The snoring of the dog asleep at…