Apologies. But... the town just across the river, the Twin of my Twin Cities is on fire. The neighborhood where my kids went to preschool... where a number of F/friends live is being torched and looted. Peaceful protests giving way to violent mobs.
It's not about me. I have nothing to say. No right to say anything. Except effing thoughts and prayers. But... I guess I want this nothing post as a placeholder. When I look back over my blog and I'm wondering what happened... like if my mental health takes a big hit... I can be aware that this was an inciting factor? Not gonna get into discussions of the reasons or the causes or the rights and the wrongs. Everything about this sucks. Every Thing. For everyone. For some more than others. This puts acute trauma on top of the chronic trauma we were already experiencing. Again, much much worse for some than others. can close my eyes and turn away from the news and be blissful ignorant. I am privilege. I know. F*ck. Comments are closed.
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |