I was once fired by an employer because they did not like the way that I tweeted.
One of my favorite allegories is the one about the frog in the pot of water, who got used to the slowing rising temperature of a warming pot and ended up boiled to death.
One of my favorite allegories is the one about the frog in the pot of water who got used to the slowly rising temperature of a warming pot and ended up boiled to death.
I do not believe that there are any undecided voters left in Pennsylvania. I say this after watching the recent Town Hall in Philadelphia, where some allegedly “undecided” voters gathered to ask questions of Donald Trump at the Constitution Center.
On Aug. 4, the editor chose to print a column by Christine Flowers, “Some do the jobs they’re paid to do … without fail.” She is a lawyer and columnist for the Delaware County Daily Times, and her article was apparently the second of a series maligning teachers, who, based on medical advice from medical experts, are worried about getting sick, dying and/or spreading the infection to vulnerable members of their families.
I have been trying to do my civic duty. I stay more than 6 feet away from most people. I live alone, so my trips to the store are surgical strikes. I have social distanced from vulnerable friends and relatives, mastered the art of Zoom and Facetime, and learned to make my own damn coffee.
When my mother passed away, I was sleeping in the same room. We had taken her home from hospice, and her hospital bed was in the bedroom she had shared with my father for decades.
A million years ago, we were worried about who was going to win the Iowa caucuses, and then Super Tuesday, and then when Bernie Sanders was finally going to pack it in.