Dear Writers,
I can’t deny that I am struggling this summer. The Uvalde shooting just gutted me. I’ve barely been able to talk about it, in part because it just feels so defeating. But I know that’s not the path we need to take. We cannot slide into defeat. It’s just been such a long, long heartbreak.
I was a young mom when Columbine happened. I had young children, ages 9, 7, and 4, and I was editing a parenting magazine then, too—so both my personal life and my professional life revolved around children. I was swimming in all things children. So when Columbine happened, well, that shooting felt like a before and an after. It felt like an unthinkable thing had occurred. Because it had. And it felt like everything would change, would have to change. Because how could it not? And everything did change, except not in the way we all expected. Instead of Columbine being the catalyst for “never again,” it became the portal to “again and again and again and aga…