Journal: Morning Feb 17, 2018

Another mass shooting.  Another set of thoughts and prayers.  Another round of arguments for/against. There was this one time when I received a call from the lunch lady at my kids’ school.  She asked if I was Amanda’s Mom.  Yes, yes I am.  I sat there baffled as to why a lunch lady would call, did she forget her money?  She went on to tell me a story about my daughter.  She watched as Amanda stood in line to get her tray []