Open letter to the internet from an iPhone user

Dear Internet, and everyone who makes website pages and apps:

I don’t want your goddamn app. Nothing is more annoying than following a link on my iPhone, only to have the screen switch immediately to the appstore to download your shitty app. When that happens I close the appstore, and close the page I was attempting to read because OBVIOUSLY it is so inferior, so idiotic and so unworthy of my time that even YOU have decided a download is more important that viewing your article, page or site. If YOU don’t want me at your site, immediately routing me to the appstore, I certainly will not intrude again.

Consider me chased away. 

Also, allowing me to load your site only long enough to redirect me elsewhere does not count as a page view or real traffic. So go eff yourself for your publishing FAIL. 


An old bat who still codes html in notepad. 

If you have gotten email from me…

Someone has spammed the entire planet using my email address; I know this from the outrageous amount of bounce messages and automated thank you messages I have been getting this week…like this one, from the White House.

If you got an email message from me I did not send it. I actually only send email from my work address about 99% of the time. The other 1% is email sent to people asking about my family tree. The last time I sent an email was January 19 to my niece and prior to that on Dec 9, 2014 to a cousin.

Sorry Obama, I didn’t email you.



This not the last photo I ever took of my mother before she passed away. Rather, this ranks as one of my personal favorite photos of my mother and me. It was taken on the 2nd floor outside deck of Care One, on a summer Saturday about two years before she died. In this photo I can see her in my own face; I can see that I am indeed my mother’s daughter.



Today my brothers and I and our respective families and friends will say goodbye to the woman who made us the people we are today. Normally, I am able to write at length when telling people about someone but in this case, when it comes to the most important person in my life…the one who carried me inside her for 9 months, who made me, fed me, comforted me, taught me…the woman who sacrificed her entire life to raise me, my brothers, and our children and then enjoy our grandchildren…and who did it all alone for decades after my father died…for the most important woman, I am without adequate words. And so I want to share the video that my niece made for us to show at Mom’s service, so you can see her in her element, with her favorite Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin songs.

I love you, Mom.

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