On being done with counting the days I broke my Lenten promise on Saturday. It was not about temptation. I had dropped Mami off at the local nail salon that late afternoon and was walking around my perfect little town, feeling the peace that comes with a lazy, aimless stroll. This sign appeared. Just for me. So I stopped to take a photo of it, make a story of it, when a call came in from one of my closest girls, one of the Peas from the Pea Pod.

On fond childhood memories that came on my 8th and 9th days of The Great Facebook Pause

On the 7th day of my Great Pause from social media

On the sixth day of my pause from social media

On the peace and quiet of my 4th and 5th days off the Great Pause from social media

Small miracle As this universe and my luck would have it, I was in conversation with someone this morning whose spouse is addicted to his phone. He walks around with it as if it were un órgano interno, she says. Never putting it down. His head buried in its contents for hours at a time. I feel for the man.

On my second day of a Facebook break, and how I've broken other habits in the past

Thoughts and prayers on my first day off of Facebook

$500 million investment for 49% of World Liberty came months before U.A.E. won access to tightly guarded American AI chips.