A few nights ago I was watching the evening news. As a self-confessed news junkie, it’s hard for me to forego my daily dose of what’s going on in the world.
But that particular night I found myself struggling, and then disengaging completely. Literally switching off. The newscast consisted of nothing but journalists standing in front of assorted court houses to report on the latest atrocities: mostly people assaulting or even killing their “loved ones”.
And there’s only so much of that news I can still take. Maybe it’s because I have young kids, maybe it’s because I’ve entered the “mid” part of my life, but increasingly I find myself in need of solutions, not just crises.
[For more of this story, written by Ivan O'Mahoney, go to https://www.theguardian.com/co...olutions-than-deaths]
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