Children are exhausting ~ a full-on, twenty-four/seven job.
I have three and I’ve never been so thankful to be run-ragged in all my life.
With respect to Newtown, Connecticut, I have lingered over my own public recognition of this event. After all, who am I? I know no one. I don’t understand. I can’t relate.
But, I do feel, I am heartsick and sadly, I have never lacked imagination.
To become entangled in deliberation, speculation and persecution would be unfair to the fallen and their families. In their honor, I choose simplicity…
Dear Santa,
Forget Christmas. Tragedy doesn’t regard time nor know its place.
Forever and always, gift peace, strength, safety and goodwill and, if you’re honestly magical, maybe one day it will be a shorter wait to access medical help than a weapon and the ‘right to bare arms’ will simply mean that shirts without sleeves can be worn by anyone, anywhere, anytime.
Yours,
Truly Hazy
Hazy Shades of Me 