I don’t write politics.
I write parenting.
I write because I enjoy it, I write because I like being read, I write to leave something for my children one day to read.
I write stories of my day, memories to preserve and I try and entertain the reader with stories of my parenting skills gone astray.
Today I don’t know what to write. The society I am in today is not one I want my children to know about.
I just watched the news, it told a story of a Somalia woman who gave birth to twins last week. One died on the roadside where she gave birth, the other stands a strong chance of dying from malnutrition or lack of clean water by the time she’s five. This story was juxtaposed with an video of an man injured by rioters in London, who was then robbed as he lay bleeding on the floor.
One countries youth is dying for lack of fresh water; and some of ours are setting fire to the streets and burning down their communities for consumer goods.
I don’t write about politics.
I write about parenting.
So what do I tell my children…