Okay, this was a hard post for me to write, but it was also an important post for me to write. I've excerpted my piece below, but feel free to go straight here for the whole thing.
she is me
...Every few minutes, I look up and study the scene. My girls are fine, a blurry twirl of blonde hair and blue eyes. It occurs to me to snap another anonymous picture. To filter it. To scribble an eloquent update to accompany it. I post it somewhere, this picture. I share it with friends and strangers.
I am there, but not there.
I am here, but not here...