I’ll be honest. As I sit down to write this week’s column, I struggle for words. When I look to my gut, there is anger, fear and even some degree of paralysis.
I recognize what’s happening in my body as trauma. I think that most of us, to some degree or another, feel the unfolding horror of our times. We struggle to find an adequate response.
I feel empathy and fear for those who are most directly targeted by oppression and hate. Immigrants. Black and Brown people. Women. LGBTQ folks. Homeless people. The mentally ill. ...