Must've been the day for it. My cousin's kid posted something on FB about Breonna Taylor and immediately got dog-piled by the NY relations about how her info was wrong, Taylor was a druggie and so on. So, I went off on them, up to and including naming my cousin that the boy she's with who likes the fake news sources and said that my sister and I made him sick is no good. Somehow I channeled my father and my old dance coach, and it felt...good.

Maybe we're just at a point where we're tired of the bullshit, don't have much left to lose, and have less incentive to be tolerant, regardless of relative-status or not.

So, I grok where you're coming from.

Love ya. Hang in there...