In light of yesterday’s mass shooting in Squirrel Hill, I find it difficult to write a breezy blog about my cat, or my books, or the general hijinks of my ordinary life.
At the same time, I find it impossible to write about Squirrel Hill without resorting to a handful of clichés.
Thoughts and prayers. We are better than this. America stands with Pittsburgh. Unconscionable evil. Resilience. Love will win.
True and yet so hollow on this rainy Sunday morning.
We’ve said it all before. I can’t bear to say it again. Not today.
Melanie – yes. One of the contributing factors to the dearth of entries on my blog. Again and again and again.
Yes. I try to focus on the positive, remember the best of times in “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” But it’s impossible when it hits so close to home, and is so horrific and yet somehow so familiar.