Maybe it's because I finally stopped being afraid of rejection and let go of the ghosts of those long ago mean girls and reached out for a hug of my own sometimes. Just pondering and wondering if anyone has insight on this.

Do we choose to focus on the weapons that make such unthinkable carnage possible? Or do we choose to look instead at who chooses to take a lot of innocents with them in their self-destruction? The disconnect boggles my mind.

How could anyone dwell on the handful of trans shooters balanced against the mass of extreme right wingers involved? I know none of that matters to the families of those injured or killed. But the focus matters.

It almost feels like not wanting to spend time with a racist uncle at Thanksgiving.
But I can't help but hope in a few years that our politics will shift more toward the center. This just doesn't feel sustainable.