I spend a lot of time explaining to friends, family, and businesses what the point of Twitter is. It’s not uncommon to hear the, “Why the hell do I want to know what people are having for lunch?” question in regards to the micro blogging platform.

And while Twitter sometimes gets abused as a lightning fast way . . . → Read More: Prayers for Anissa

Suffice to say, late nights of the party hopping – not nursing/night terrors/accident/illness/etc. – variety happen pretty much never these days. But it’s not the only reason Monday night was remarkable to me.

In stark contrast to the Monday prior, where I was doubled over with splintering abdominal pain (which, by the way, remains a mystery…my . . . → Read More: Why In Real Life Matters