My intended blog for today is now on the back burner, in light of the events of what happened overnight in our neighboring town of Dallas. Still too numb to know what to say, I’m sharing my sweetest Kat’s post here in this week’s ***Fierce Female Reblog***
I sat down to write this morning, and like I do I decided to check social media first. (Because nothing says “getting into the right frame of mind for making up stories” like “fiddling around on Facebook for half an hour.”) And my body grew numb with horror and sorrow, and my tea got cold at my elbow, and when I closed my browser I stared at the document open on my laptop and thought, What even is the point?
Check the news, a friend messaged me, and try not to cry.
I didn’t try. I read about police officers being shot in Dallas, about a man being killed in St Paul, another in Baton Rouge, and I wept. These are human beings, each unique and valuable and beloved, and they are dead. Who would not weep, at the shattering of these worlds?
And what good does it do…
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