"You should employ zee leetle grey cells."
~ Agatha Christie, The
Murder of Roger Ackroyd
Back in January, I began the One
Page a Day Challenge and immediately threw away my quill. Now in April,
I’m participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge and prepping for a
Wilderness Writers’ Retreat. I need ink,
a stiff drink and therapy.
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Z
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ee leetle
grey cells, as Hercule Poirot called them.
In such sort supply these days.
Every time
I indulge my social media addictions, I see some new insanity lying in a pool
of their own vomit on the front page.
It makes
me want to z-cream and then catch a few Zzzzs.
Because sometimes
sleep is the only cure for all the crazy in the world.
Z is for
Zany Zingers
Two words:
Donald. Sterling.
Oh, I’m
sorry. Did I blink at some creepy ass concrete
angel and get sent back to the Jim Crow 1950s??
I don’t
know what’s worse. Him saying the
incoherent and offensive things he said, or the Commentator Trolls who use what
he said to defend the First Amendment.
Both raise
my blood pressure.
Zee End
of the Road
But
hey. I don’t want to end on a craZy note.
Especially
since tomorrow is May 1st and the start of National Mental Health
Awareness Month and my own personal Mental Health blogathon.
Everyone,
including Mr. Sterling, has walked a journey that we only see a part of. Knowing what that journey has consisted of
would help us understand a little of the why. But it never excuses the what.
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Because in
the end, we are free to say whatever we want, to whomever we want, and whenever
we want.
But we
should also be prepared to bear the consequences of those verbal choices.
Z’est pas?
Oremus pro invicem,
~
Mikaela
Did
you make it through the entire challenge?
Are your fingers red with the blood of countless hours spent at the
keyboard? Congratulations!! You did it!!!
