In the light of the shooting, every time I have heard the voice of a child today it has echoed through my heart, not my ears. Sitting here in the library working I hear little ones talking and giggling, unaware of how fragile it all is. …unaware of the state of the world they have entered. …unaware of how afraid their parents are knowing that, no matter how hard we may try, we cannot keep them safe. Tragedy strikes on the most normal of mornings. My thoughts are with those reeling in the madness of it all.
Connecticut, December 14, 2012