I flinch at posts that complain about engagement, but connections seem to be pretty minimal lately at my end of Threads. It’s probably me pulling back on commenting and responding as much; I just don’t have the energy to respond to what sometimes can feel like a 24/7 cocktail party.

Social media, like this blog, is mostly me shouting into the void, and I generally prefer it that way. But when the crickets seem loudest is when I feel like I need that interactivity the most.

Three years ago today: My kid escaped the clutches of pandemic learning and went back to in-person school.

Seven years ago today: No.

Eight years ago today: Baby’s first infographic.

Gave up giving up on Threads for Lent. I’ve had a particularly rough week or two of wrestling with grief and exhaustion and spiritual emptiness, and the connections I make through Threads bring me comfort in a way that dealing with people I know personally cannot.

(I can post on Threads but can’t bring myself to return texts from friends and family. That sounds screwed up, I know, but there it is.)