There’s a scene in the Clint Eastwood classic, “Pale Rider,” where one of the cowboys exclaims (after witnessing Eastwood’s “Preacher” character whoop up on the bad guys): “Preacher, my ass!” That’s how I feel today when I see the phrase “Embrace the New Normal” from the OBC Creed. WHAT? Impossible.
Because the “new normal” has shifted again. Oh, I was ok with it as long as it was mom being what we’ve come to know as mom: pleasantly confused, yet funny; slower, yet still moving; jumbled; yet still talkative. Last few weeks? Not so much. [Read more…]