Long Distance Loss

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Newspaper headlines capture my eye
“Alzheimer’s deaths soar, research funding lags”
“Camp gives teens respite from Alzheimer’s”
I cry.
I ache.
I wish.

Links to my family
severed by time
by distance
by disease.
Part of me yearns for proximity
to help
to connect
to understand.
But closeness will not stop
a disease that shows not mercy.
Money will not stop
a disease of creeping time.
Love will not stop
the slow decay of inevitability.
Guilt will not heal
the broken connections
of a family
long before the invasive disintegration
of memory,
of hope,
of dreams,
of soul.

I Like it . . . When People are Aware.


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I was finally let in on the secret of  the “I Like It . . . ” statuses on Facebook. I already actually knew what they were, because they were driving me crazy and so I looked it up.  I understand the importance of getting the message out about breast cancer. I’m not denying the value of that. I don’t get this trend though. How does a group of women making sexual innuendos on a social networking site empower women and raise breast cancer awareness?

Now don’t get me wrong, I went along with it last year when the posts involved bra color. I wasn’t sure about it then, but I did it. This year, it really bothers me. No matter how you put it, no matter what you write, it is a sexual joke. I refuse to believe that the only way women can empower themselves is through titillating men with sexual innuendo. And how does that relate to breast cancer?

All in all, I’m not sure about this campaign. I think I will make a different choice on my next Facebook status update.

This article says what I wanted to say much better than I could http://www.politicsdaily.com/2010/10/07/facebook-wants-to-know-where-i-like-my-purse-heres-where-they/

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