I am not allowed to read the news anymore. Seriously. Why do people insist on hurting others? What type of “human being” beats to death a six-year-old child while his mother watches and never lifts a finger? Not only did she not lift a finger, but she also helped transport his lifeless body from the Bay Area to Arizona. And helped dispose of it. Oh how I would love to say there were drugs involved. Maybe it wouldn’t haunt me so.

Six people hold a woman captive for a week while they beat and sexually assault her because she is black and they are white? Really? How do they look at themselves in the mirror each morning? How do they look at each other and think this is acceptable behavior?

A several weeks ago there was a story of a couple that tortured her 18-month-old baby. Police said they had never seen anything like it and have the child live. That child seriously haunts me in my dreams. I have awakened on several different nights thinking I hear a child screaming in agony.

David and I discussed it and we’ve come to the conclusion that people suck. I look at my son and I can’t imagine anyone hurting him. Hell, I barely make it to the next exit before pulling over to check on him if he starts crying in the car. Why do people hurt others? And, really, they should stop it. Stop it now.

And while this doesn’t portray it, my life is good right now. Nathan is a miracle every day. David is amazing – both to me and to Nathan. We spent the weekend at the coast. There was knitting. There was yarn buying. Next weekend looks like Yosemite. The weekend after that we meet up with John, Carrie, and their brood at the beach house.

I just need to people stop screwing with my internet experience and the way they can start is to stop hurting each other.