The Digital Breakup
It is amazing in this digital, socially-networked world just how much people are intertwined. And the process of disentanglement is no longer just ripping up a photo or throwing away some shirts. It’s so complicated that I may have to create a list.







My aunt Flossie was the center of our family. The one who made meatballs, over decorated for Christmas, was strict and permissive at the same time, took care of every kid that came within range, made orange soda slushies while we watched Dukes of Hazzard, was the original home crafter before it became an industry, raised her family almost single-handedly, opened her home to us, and was constant and ubiquitous in our lives. Until today.