​Yesterday was Friday, July 5th. For many people, it was the second day of a long holiday weekend. For others, it was a normal Friday work day. Either way, it was disconcerting to have been out of routine on Thursday. I posted a comment on my facebook page about having trouble wrapping my mind around the fact it was Friday and it got more interaction than anything I have posted in a long time.

I know we are truly behind the times, but in the age of streaming, my husband and I have gone back to watch The Sopranos. In a recent episode, one of the characters is trying to write and states "I bought the computer and the software, but it's not getting done." Isn't that often the case?

Like many pivotal moments in history, I think most of us have an “I remember when I first heard Cathedral of Notre Dame  was on fire moment.” It simply was unfathomable to think something so historic, so iconic and so classic could go up in flames. People started sharing photos from trips with family and friends, expressing gladness for having visited or regrets for missing a chance. There was a universal commonality to our shock and sadness.
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When people started gathering in the streets and began to sing hymns, I was taken back to a moment from my college travels in what was then the Soviet Union.