On the morning of October 2, 2017, I woke up, reached for my phone, and opened my news app.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, as I read about the shooting in Las Vegas. Then I got up, dressed, and went to wake my preschooler.
Later that day, I started writing “Vigil,” an essay that had been churning in my head for several months. I submitted it to Mothers Always Write, a literary magazine I had written for before, when I saw that the theme of their Winter issue was “Perspective.”
So here it is, one perspective on mothering in the age of mass shootings. Read more…