Anthony D. McFarland

Well deserved, indeed!!

Ah, QUIET TIME…..and coffee OF COURSE! #nobrainer

OF COURSE!

@echotrailband @EchoTrailMiddle @KaraJo_Ammerman Very, very COOL!

Congratulations to our 59 @EchoTrailMiddle medalists who participated in the 2026 KMEA District 12 Solo & Ensemble Festival this weekend at Atherton High School!

JCTMS celebrated its first Black History Month program today! A huge thank you to Ms. O’Neal, Mrs. Darden, and Mrs. Walker for their leadership in helping our BSU, AKA's, and Step team students realize their full potential through this powerful tribute to Black history.

I unfollow Black ppl that don’t understand this

THIS IS FANTASTIC! Made my day!!! #thisiswhatWEdo

Mr. Q, if I may call you that, I am totally with you. Thanks

She would never pander. She’s got too much class to ever do something like this. #Fake

Oh Lord, Yes!

#Indeed!

“I be”

@DrBradJohnson #BAM

ALRIGHT!

I love it! #BAM

@mikejwhelan God bless!

It took 365 days in 2025 for us to finally have our worst day. by Michael Whelan That feels important to say out loud, because if I hadn’t lived this before if I hadn’t already rushed her to the ER too many times to count I would have done it again without hesitation. Shoes. Keys. Fear. Hope. All of it thrown into motion at once. But I’ve learned the terrible math of this disease. They call it catatonic psychosis with mutism. In real life, that translates to ultimate horror. It’s when the person you love is awake but unreachable. Eyes open. Body present. Soul… somewhere else. It’s when time collapses and the past walks into the room like it never left. I sat there while Rebecca talked to dogs who have been dead for decades. Sat there while she spoke to Ruby clear, confident, alive sitting in an empty chair like the 1980s had politely returned for a visit. There was no agitation. No anger. No hostility. Just confusion so complete it almost felt gentle. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought we were okay. She remembered details. Asked real questions. Laughed softly. Then she looked at me and asked who I was and when I was putting on my tux for the Emmys. That’s when it hit. Talking to the love of your life while she fades is like watching a photograph burn from the edges inward. The face is still there. The smile is still there. But the corners are already ash and you know exactly what comes next. Or maybe it’s like standing on a beach while the tide goes out faster than physics allows the water ripping away from your feet so quickly you don’t even have time to chase it. You just stand there, soaked, holding something that was solid seconds ago. She said her sister or brother-in-law would pick us up any time. Hours of total confusion. And I nodded. Because there is no victory in being right. Catatonic psychosis, in plain English, is this: 👉 The person you love disappears without leaving the room. 👉 You are forced to choose between truth and mercy—and mercy wins every time. 👉 Silence becomes louder than screaming. 👉 Stillness feels violent. I didn’t rush her to the hospital. I didn’t call 911. Because I know now: this will pass. Not because it isn’t terrifying but because it always does. The brain storms. Then it clears. I get her her pills ASAP. Until the next 'CRASH' hits. So I stayed. I answered calmly. I listened for over an hour straight while my wife lived in a year that no longer exists, speaking to people who can’t answer while I answered anyway. And this is the part no one prepares you for. Sometimes she stops blinking. Minutes pass. You count her breaths like a bomb timer. You wonder if she’s already gone while still sitting upright. You whisper her name, afraid your voice might shatter whatever fragile thread is keeping her tethered to this world. The worst part isn’t her confusion. It’s my clarity. I know what I’m watching. I know this is happening faster now. I know the ground under us is thinning. And still I stayed seated. Still I didn’t run. Still I held her hand like it was a rope tied to both our lives. Because panic doesn’t save her. Because hospitals don’t fix broken timelines. Because love sometimes looks like sitting silently while your heart breaks in real time. This was our worst day of the year. That doesn’t mean I’m okay. It means I’m still here. 😢👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

@Beno10_MFC Warren

Name ONE!!! 🤓