The Musings of a Latte Queen: Narratives of Everyday Life

 Light penetrating darkness through the balcony glass doors of my townhouse, everyone still asleep, just coffee and another long day on my mind. Instinctively picking up my phone as I made my way to the kitchen and stopping mid stride. There were twenty missed texts and calls.  How did I sleep through all that? Forgetting that I had turned my ringer off the night before, my fingers swiping up trying to read and make sense of the CALL ME posts over and over from my son's fiancee. Then the voice messages and one rather frightening one from my middle son. My fingers did the tap tap to dial his number. "Good morning." "Been trying to reach you all night." "Long day, was asleep, turned my phone off." "Your son has been shot, not sure he will make it." I dropped to my knees and screamed. "NO!"  "Yeah, you need to get here. Call his fiancee" He gave me as many details as he could, his voice was weary, like the Navy Veteran he was...

 It is funny, that world we never intended to enter - Facebook. We connect with it and through it. So when you make a post - or in my case, a repost of a CNN article  that a renowned Bishop posted with his commentary about christian nationalism - and it is immediately flagged by the bots of Facebook saying you violated some arbitrary community standards - it makes you stop and wonder what this thing is even for. No doubt, we are in trying times. There are Senators representing 44% of the population, themselves well fed and vaccinated, trying to thwart the will of the people who overwhelmingly chose new leadership. The people made a choice, many of them first time and BIPOC stood in lines and wanted a better tomorrow. They were met with falsehoods that a reality-start-turned-into-their-idol "won" and instead played on their racism, narcissism, nationalism, and incited them to do what hadn't been done in generations. Despite all this glaring across the television screens on...