True North Tales's avatarThe Myth of the Independent Blogger and How I Learned to Love It

To further demonstrate the method to my madness, for one, the purpose of divining astrology, and also to honor my family, I make Sunday phone calls. It is part of my weekend routine each week.

“I got Disney+,” Josh told me, last week, on the phone. “Clara wants it for the children’s entertainment.” Clara is his nine-year-old daughter. “I’ve begun watching The Mandalorian,” Josh let me know.

Josh’s one-eighty impressed me. Here was a chance to watch The Mandalorian, in the company of family. It may not come to pass, but it was a shot.

Clara

“It’s good,” Josh said. “You know nothing about the content,” he added, as though to remind me of my shortcomings.

I was a shade subdued. I am not sure he knows I carry a blog, in addition to helping operate the cemetery. I write content, I tweet content, I post content to…

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