Snippets of SnapDragon

Ahh. What an absolutely gorgeous day it is, here in southeastern PA.

The sun is bright and merciless in that newly-summer (well, almost) way.

I’m sitting on our deck. Henry and Raj are also here, as they too enjoy the seasonal warmth from beneath our giant umbrella. They occasionally pause from their naps to engage in gentle bathing. I brought out a bowl of water for them to sip from.

I listen to the birds. I sip my IPA.

I try to gather my thoughts into some form of cohesion.

. . .

I feel sad, Dear Reader. Even hopeless.

America is burning; ignorance prevails.

We have divided ourselves into so many pieces that all I can see are shards of broken glass.

What do I tell my son when he is old enough to understand?

. . .

(She closes her eyes. She focuses on her breath.)

. . .

What year is it?

What year is it?

What year is it?

. . .

SnapDragon is an educator, writer, artist, and homemaker who wants to be on the right side of history.

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