Have we lost our minds? Because that is what it’s beginning to feel like. And no, I haven’t been living under a rock this last decade. I’ve definitely found myself entangled with a healthy number of “trolls” over the years, but since the beginning of this year, it feels like the venom, vitriol and hatred is cranked to full volume.…
A small cry makes its way down the upstairs hall of my quiet town home. My eyes flutter open. I fumble for my phone perched on my nightstand. I touch the screen. It’s 3:46am. The cry gets louder, more earnest. I swing my legs over the edge of my bed, slip on my robe, and take a deep breath. Pain.…