A few minutes ago I read a headline about the CT school shootings and my heart nearly jumped out of my throat. My family lives in CT, and I lived there during my teen years. I was immediately overcome with terrible dread for the children of both family and friends.
I was partly relieved to read that it did not happen in a town where any family members live, and it's about 20 miles from where we lived when I was growing up. But relief isn't quite the right word because, at the moment, I feel deeply shaken by the extent of the horror.