As many people retreat home to avoid risking further spread of COVID-19, jokes abound. The quarantine is testing the strength of the love and tolerance you feel for those who live in your household: your significant other - how the hell did you not notice, after all this time, their annoying humming habit. You jokingly announce that you have contemplated murder in hopes the infuriating habit would cease.
We all want better for our children. Better educations, better jobs, better options, better opportunities, better lives. It's part of our fabric as human beings. Many of us can look back over the generations that have come before us and track a steady upward trajectory of improvement from one generation to the next, some trajectories more drastic and rapid than others, but in many cases an upward trajectory nonetheless.
"Smart mouth bitch," her momma screamed at her. "You've backed talked me for the last time."
While driving home this evening, I was listening to NPR interview a woman in Panama City talking about the horrific devastation which all but wiped out that town. The reporter asked her, now that she, her husband and her three year old daughter have lived through that Cat 4 hurricane and lost everything, is she considering moving?