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Listening to the News
Listening to the news mesmerizes us with our “no limits” reality.
Being under indictment motivates a disgruntled employee to run
for the highest office in our country. And the house “freedom caucus”
is focused on eliminating a long menu of freedoms if you’re a woman,
or a book-reading high-school student, or especially, if you’re carrying a fetus. Even babies having babies.
I’m tired of governance from on high by toxic, old white men,
but the current crop of histrionic, possibly-mentally-ill young women
Doesn’t reassure. People are obsessed by a game called Wordle,
when the planet is burning, or flooding, or collapsing from catastrophic earthquakes that kill 55,000 people — and we’re still dealing with the
after-effects of the Vietnam war, agent orange, abandoned children.
When novelists plagiarize and romance novelists fake their own deaths and memoirists are prone to invention, where do we look for the truth?
Well, dogs never lie. Animals, and nature, and the turning of the seasons, the migration of cranes and the love we feel for our children cry out
the truth we desperately need to hear. Call your children, hug your dogs, Check on…
