Set to Self-Destruct in 5, 4, 3, 2…

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Type, type, type, look up, repeat…

Take a walk through a mall and look around. Sit in a movie theatre and observe. Go to a restaurant and watch.  What do you notice?

A mother multitasking, pushing a screeching baby in a stroller while trying to keep up with her phone.

A frustrated man commands, “Turn off your phone,” to someone yapping away in the peak of a movie.

A couple sitting across from each other at a restaurant, hands extended across the table, but not holding hands – holding their phones.


              


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When he’s ready…

Mauri Avatar“He will when he’s ready.”

My common response to: when will he sleep over, a question directed at me by everyone from my family to my hairdresser years ago.

I’ve been separated and ultimately divorced for the better part of 12 years now. When my son was a couple of months old, his mom and I had to decide whether to raise him in a family where mom and dad were genial to each other, or in a situation where he can see the full extent of loving adult relationships. I’m glad that we chose the latter. The decision, although unpopular initially among our families, has provided my son with a much more vast life experience, albeit, in a less than popular circumstance.

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