After a long week punctuated by proximity to gun violence, school lockdowns and a subsequent man-hunt complete with helicopters in our neighborhood - and the weird expectation that you should just continue as if it didn’t happen- I made it to the beach.

My 16 yr old, who attends high school in the neighborhood where the suspect turned himself in, passed out afterschool the next day and I wonder if his body was holding the anxiety of traveling by train in a city where people think they can come and do such things.

The images don’t match the story but the disconnect feels like our collective reality.

Horrifying. I’m so sorry