Some of my kids came over for their favorite meal, brunch served in the middle of the afternoon,
Now all I can think about are the mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends whose hearts have been torn out of their chests today. Now I'm heartsick and so afraid for my own loved ones, afraid that tomorrow or the next day or any day after that it could be my heart being torn out of my chest.
And now, once again, I'm angry, so, so angry, because our lawmakers who have the power to ban assault weapons and pass meaningful, effective gun control laws refuse to do so. And I don't know what to do about it, except to write about it.
But what in the world good will that do?