Walking Old Roads

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Humanity has fractured society and I am to blame. My benevolent nature and I have had a falling out. This is what happens when the hands of neglect fail to nurture a relationship. Society is not an object I can point to in someone else's yard. I am society and I have doom scrolled my way into a state of detachment as skepticism the COVID-19 pandemic and darkening hearts dampen my desire for connection.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My small Kansas hometown raised me to know kindness and care about community but I wonder if trusting times are now too far beyond my reach. I navigate parent/child role reversal with Mom through it all and search for what is lost. I can feel the answer to my midlife crisis watching me from behind the details of good and bad hidden within the neglected shrubbery scattered along Memory Lane.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><u>Website</u></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>www.tammyhader.com</span></p>