community, loss, trauma

America’s Latest Mass Shooting was Local—and I Refuse to Stay Numb

My heart breaks at the news out of Las Vegas. I am sharing the post I wrote about the aftermath of Orlando and a shooting at a dance club in my home of Fort Myers. The words I wrote then remain true today: I refuse to remain silent. I refuse to stay numb. And I am tired of this madness.

Mourning Dove Motherhood

This morning I found myself standing in a strip mall less than a mile away from where I used to live, a dozen roses in my hand and more than two dozen reporters in my face.

I was standing on the site of the latest mass shooting in America.

A reporter asked me was why I was there.

I’d thought about this as I purchased a bouquet of small yellow roses at my local Winn-Dixie this morning. (What types of flowers are suitable to leave at memorials for mass shootings? I wondered. This is now a question we have to ask ourselves in America.)

I thought about gun violence as I made the twenty-three minute drive north from my home, driving past my church that only five short weeks ago hosted a vigil for the Orlando mass shooting victims. I thought about it as I exited the…

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Art, Writing & Big Magic, inner-work, loss

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inner-work, Seasons and Celebrations

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humor, inner-work

A list of 20.16 gifts from the year 2016. No for real, I’m done bashing 2016. (For the moment.)

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inner-work, loss, Seasons and Celebrations

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loss, Mothers & Motherless Daughters

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loss, Seasons and Celebrations

Take time to remember

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humor, loss, miscarriage

I’ve officially tired of writing about grief. P.s. Caillou has FAILED me.

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loss, miscarriage

The Rainbow

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