Twitter has got my back

I’ve tried to explain Twitter to people by painting a picture of me sitting in front of the television watching bad reality shows and having others “out there” keeping me company in the quiet of the night.

I’ve talked about how Twitter is great for breaking news. It’s where I first learned of Michael Jackson, Patrick Swayze and Walter Cronkite’s deaths. I’ve read of a far-away earthquake or the near-collision of local trains minutes after they’ve occurred.

I’ve seen mothers post frightened notes about their sick children, asking for the support and prayers of friends and strangers alike. I’ve been heartened when their kids bounce back, and I’ve cried when they haven’t.

So, yes, I think Twitter is more than just some dumb place for people to tell everyone what they ate for lunch or to promote their website.

Tonight, I came home from my daughter’s soccer practice feeling sad and unlikable. I had just spent an hour watching her team run back and forth across the field while my other two kids climbed on the playground behind me. But, what I tweeted was something that had affected me most:


I was blown away by the responses:


And there were more:



It’s like a group of people just came over and gave me a collective hug when I needed it most. Thanks, guys. You all rock.

Next practice though? I’m bringing my ipod.

Summer Stock Sunday

Robin has been hosting Summer Stock Sunday for a while now (she’s on week 11!).

So far, this is my favorite photo of the summer, taken by my brother-in-law of Jilly underwater:

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Let’s Hope He Doesn’t Check the Phone Bill


When was the last time you reached out and touched someone?

No, not like that. I mean, just called or wrote to an old friend, neighbor or relative with whom you used to share huge chunks of time. (And, no, just “friending” them on some social media site doesn’t count.)

Recently, my husband found an old friend on Facebook. But, more than just adding him to a long list of “friends”, they’ve actually spoken and made plans for our two families to meet this month.

So, it is in that spirit that my dear husband has gone and started a Movement of sorts, to see if other people might be interested in reconnecting with those long, lost souls of our past:

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Beginning today, you are all invited to reconnect with a few old friends and family members. If you do it, write about it on your blog or Facebook page, or send me a postcard if you do not yet use the internet to broadcast your personal life to the masses. Let’s spread the love. And, hope that not too many of us hear a phone slam in our ear when we cheerfully re-introduce ourselves.

Think of this as an active meme. C’mon, it’ll give us something to write about this week.

You can even borrow the fancy button above. I’m generous like that.