Uplifting And Positive News
The things you learn about your friends on social media. I’ll give this friend the benefit of the doubt. I don’t think he meant to brag. Yet, there he was on Facebook talking about how his parents died as the richest people in the world. He had video evidence, as well. It shows his 90-something father, his mother, and other members of their family enjoying their riches. His brother even makes a cameo appearance, giving
Leave it to me to ruin Facebook. Granted, your high school frenemy’s unending photos of her perfect children, the Russians, and your Cousin Allen’s hysterical political posts made the first big push. I, now, have finished it off. With the help of my naughty dog. There was one wonderful, happy place left on the place that has become a social media cesspool. Was, being the key word. Not long after Husband and I adopted our crazy blue tick coonhound-beagle-dachshund mutt,
It would be so romantic. A wonderful tribute to my husband. I get that. And still, I can’t do it. I’m talking about the latest viral thing floating around Facebook. Have you seen this? The “7-Day Love Your Spouse” Challenge. The goal is to post photos of your beloved spouse for seven days including some mushy note expounding on their amazing qualities. And you’re supposed to tag two other friends, challenging them to do the same. I’ve been tagged twice.
Plenty of good hearts walk into rescue shelters looking to adopt a shelter dog. Baltimore Ravens linebacker Ronnie Stanley and his girlfriend had even a higher mission when they went to BARCS. The shelter shares the story on their Facebook page where they say Stanley specifically asked, “We are looking for a dog that’s been here a long time and maybe not-so-adoptable.” They met a number of dogs, but Stanley knew he’d found his pup when he met Winter. She’s a 6-year-old
Millions have had their say about the massacre early Sunday morning at The Pulse nightclub in Orlando. Here are a couple of my thoughts, just in case we’re not connected on Facebook. And we can always spend more time together with my book, “Hope Possible: A Network News Anchor’s Thoughts On Losing Her Job, Finding Love, A New Career, And My Dog, Always My Dog.”
I’m slow. Hopelessly behind. Out of the loop. How about that for some fine negative catty self-talk? I figure it’s not catty, if it’s true. Simply reporting. I don’t have to go far to confirm and reinforce my theory. It’s a close as my computer. My computer, where years ago I joined Facebook. Facebook, where I post pictures of my life, links that I love, stay connected with “friends,” most of whom I don’t really know. Sounds like a huge
