Dear Sunday Letter friends,
What a sad week we’ve had. The latest school shooting in Uvalde, Texas—number 27 this year 😦—has been extra-heartbreaking to me.  Hopeless. Helpless. That’s how the situation seems to me. Like we are living in a Shirley Jackson short story, waiting every day to see which unsuspecting school in which American town will draw the black spot and be number 28.
I see those sweet baby faces every time I close my eyes.
I’ve tried to stay off social media. Some of the comments in my feed annoy me to my core.
Really, I should win a free taco or something for keeping my mouth shut on Facebook.
For the love of all things holy, I don’t understand why everyone with a heartbeat isn’t willing to come together to work on a solution.
Maybe two tacos. And queso.
