Last Friday morning my kindergartener was home sick from school. Exhausted from being up with him for much of the night, and emotional from a rough and trying week, I sat at the dining room table trying to work as tears slipped down my face and splashed onto my laptop keyboard.
“Why are you crying, mom?” He asked.
I didn’t have an answer for him. Not one that he could understand.
You see, I was crying because of Facebook. In particular a rancorous political exchange with immediate family members over something I’d posted on Facebook which to me seemed, at the time, not so controversial.