|Photo courtesy of Victoria Young|
It's all so familiar, the smell of smoke, the worry and the depression. Because it's not just the fire, it's so many other things that concern me. When I look at my kids I wonder what kind of a world they'll grow up to live in. We've got the effects of global warming and the fires, hurricanes and tornadoes that go with it. One in which teenagers have a cyber social life interrupted by the newsflashes of yet another tragic school shooting. Next year I'm sending my oldest to heroin high school. I hope he can make it through without succumbing to temptation because he's going to need a doctorate in fast food to get employed in the economy awaiting him when he's done with school.
We're leaving our kids a world that's hot and broken. And right about now, I want to paint it black.