mass shootings

Last night, I saw this photo. My heart broke again. The day was already strange enough, love and death juxtaposed and mixed. And then the shooting started. Our acknowledgement of the inevitable future of our collective and individual demise was met by the catastrophic present of another school transformed into an abattoir. We did not

I am suffering what I call "gun fatigue" and I believe that I am not alone. It's the exhaustion that comes from grief over so much death, the feeling of helplessness of both the direct ability to change anything and the indirect ability to see things changed. I would not be surprised if what I