Sometimes the words flow and sometimes they don't. I'm afraid to offend people, and someone once told me a writer's job is to offend you, to make you think. Scrolling social media has left me sad. It's left me mad. I think, however, that in this democracy, I can respectfully disagree. Frankly, my time is not well spent being mad. It's not well spent cussing people out as we say in the South. It's not worth arguing with a proverbial fence post. I can't change your mind. Accept it, I have. One of my political science professors told me this: "Your rights end where mine begin." So I'll leave it at that. I'd rather focus on what I can change. I'd rather focus on all my blessings.