Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.
I was browsing Facebook this morning and came across this photo on my friend, Chris Nishiwaki’s page. I had no idea what I was going to blog about today, as I rested in my un-made bed until I happened upon this picture. I’ve been under the weather for the past week and aside from binge watching Ozark (my new favorite actress Julia Garner who plays Ruth Langmore and Anna Delvey in Inventing Anna) helped me mend. I enjoyed my sister and co-bloggers homemade soups as we snuggled in bed and watched another favorite series Hacks on HBO. Jean Smart is delicious in this role, and I highly recommend watching if you haven’t seen it. My strength was returning, and I longed to get back in action on the tennis court and out and about.
However, the news and the tragic plight of those in the Ukraine, and the devastating, senseless murders in Buffalo of a premeditated mass hit on African Americans leaving ten dead left me reaching for the Tylenol and pulling the sheets back over my head. Yes, it sickens me. To add injury to insult, my sister and I tuned into the Netflix documentary Our Father. This is the most gruesome true tale of Dr, Donald Cline, a fertility clinician who without his patients consent or knowledge fathered countless (spoiler alert) children.
Sometimes punishment does not meet the crime. What’s wrong with these pictures?
My bed is now made, but I cannot fathom nor comprehend how we can fix the other.
President Biden when he went to visit the mass shooting site in Buffalo has known pain after losing close loved ones of his own. He said, “There will come a day when the memory of the person you lost brings a smile to your lips before it brings a tear to your eye. It will happen.”
And we pray… To fix the Big Picture