this morning #1922.

this morning, we had four generations of women seated here around the breakfast table & i was the only one who wasn’t spouting total nonsense. grandma’s mind had faded fast these past few months & she’d become a fountain of questions. oft repeated. as the country continues devolving into divisiveness, mom’s decided that she had to pick a side. sadly, she’s chosen the one that has no problem with embracing lies. my daughter? she just turned five. lately, she’s been talking about how she & a creature named “george gloop” are building a rocket ship. when it’s done, we’re all going to live on mars. it’s super cute but also sort of sad as, much of the time, other that i, she’s the one who’s most grounded in reality.