Write about your approach to budgeting.
You are a single mother to yourself. Act accordingly. #dailysnark

…actually, why not?
Write about your approach to budgeting.
You are a single mother to yourself. Act accordingly. #dailysnark
Flags are fun and great for games
But the earth beneath our feet is all we have.
If the all this tumultuous connection has shown us something
Then that humans are very much alike:
We need food and family, community and water to thrive.
We need joy and laughter and those who hold us in our sorrow to survive.
We are inquisitive
We are curious
We are tenacious
And sometimes wild
Dangerous when stupid
Sublime when inspired
And our kindness is near-divine
We are so ridiculously alike
It’s upsetting
Each you a me
Each me a you
Yes, and the idiots, too
Unfortunately
From the least of these
To our greatmothers and forefathers
All so unhappily one
We are far too much the same
No matter how hard we try
To believe otherwise
And so yes
Flags are great and fun for games
But the ground beneath our feet is all we have.
#sunday
© 2025 threegoodwords
Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?
Say that again. Yeah. Can you hear yourself? Look at this guy. Askin’ questions he don’t want no answers for. Get outta here.
#smdh
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?
Don’t Get Angry and Tell the Truth
And other Family Stories.
#dailysnark
What were your parents doing at your age?
So there was this planet, see.
It was a pretty blue and a mountainous green.
It had weather and nature and ecosystems,
White rhinos, coral reefs, and bees.
And there was this generation.
A very numerous generation.
So numerous, they were named after their numerosity.
And The Numerous had everything they could wish for, materially;
In comparison to everyone else before them, that is.
And this Numerous Generation looked at the blue planet
So pretty and healthy and green
The planet with the good weather, the ecosystems,
And all those necessary bees
They looked and probed and satellite and decided:
Nice little planet you have there.
Shame if something would happen to it…
And they happened to it.
All at once.
All the time.
Everywhere.
Now, The Numerous (and their 2.0s) will tell you:
Everyone uses plastics!
Cars are amazing!
You’re one to talk!
How were we to know?
Why are you making this a thing?
Or they will use words like “ungrateful” and “whiny” and “weak”.
Some (many) do love the blue planet dearly.
And they try, sincerely, to save it
To keep it clean.
But too many of The Numerous (and their 2.0s) couldn’t give two figs
About whether the only home we have still exists
Once they no longer have use of it.
And that is a crying sin shame.
© 2025 threegoodwords
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