Read more at redswrap.wordpress.com. Moved me to fresh tears.
The only true sunlight came late today. And it lasted only minutes.
I tried to shake off last night’s news but the images of limp, choking babies being hosed down by the adults trying to save their lives stuck with me. The babies were like toys in the news, ornaments for commentary otherwise preoccupied by lies. The babies aren’t lies. They are real.
But they are other people’s babies. It’s important to remember that. It wasn’t our babies who were gassed.
Our babies were shot, mowed down by a man with an assault rifle while they were at school, safe with their teachers.
Last night, we watched as a favorite female news commentator nearly teared up after the film of injured and murdered Syrian children ran.
“She’s really upset,” I said to my husband.
“She has children,” he answered.
Yes, I thought to myself. She has children. Probably around the…
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