[sadie]

i was crying today on the way home from work after climbing inside an imaginary survivor's skin.

it's hard enough trying to be a good mom when it's about instilling respect and self-control. it's tears at me inside to imagine being in that devastation. nowhere to sleep. no food to eat. no shoes on their feet. and people gone lunatics with big guns.

a guy was on npr, saying he'd been sleeping on his grandparents' tomb to avoid the cottonmouths slithering around the unearthed caskets everywhere.