Sitting here at my kitchen table, all I hear is the chirping of birds, along with the entirely normal sound of Sadie-beagle snoring on her dog bed nearby. Most days, there would be voices–from the TV. I usually switch on the morning news as soon as the first cup of coffee is ready, but today is an exception. I’ve declared a moratorium on news–earthquakes, another war looming, the economy. What’s next? A giant meteor headed for Omaha?!
I’ve had it. I can’t take it anymore, I tell you. I need a break from the news just to process and assimilate… Read More »