Thinking about Facebook this morning.Yesterday, a post appeared on my newsfeed that I has supposedly “shared.” It was an article originally posted by Slate. I not only hadn’t shared it; I hadn’t even read it to begin with.

My comfort level with Facebook is a bit shaken at the moment. I like aspects of it a lot. Reconnecting with old friends has been a delight. A site to post my daily blogs is a bonus. But my name above articles that I supposedly “liked” and “shared,” not so much.

I’ve changed my password and learned how to delete something from my homepage, but I’m not as comfortable with this whole thing as I once was.