I come to you today with a devastated heart, searching for words. As some of you may know, my husband David and I were both born and raised in San Bernardino. It was all I knew for half my life. And Wednesday, in some otherworldly turn of events, I started getting texts about a mass shooting at home, and suddenly… our impoverished city, that’s been ignored by the news media and the world at large for as long as I can remember, was the only thing anyone was talking about. In a few weeks, we’ve gone from #prayforparis to #prayforsanbernardino, and it’s been nearly impossible for those of us from home to wrap our heads around it.
On Wednesday, our wider community was paralyzed with shock and horror. On Thursday, we got the news that someone in our wider circle of friends had been killed, and I got to watch my Facebook feed be consumed with grief for yet another time this year. But there is nothing quite like violent death. And as the media debates the nuances and vocabulary—murder? terrorism?—I just want us to do something to stop it. Because of course it was murder. Of course it was terrorism. It was senseless and hopeless and violent and awful and a million other words. And it shouldn’t have been so easily possible.
All I can say today, is may their memories be a blessing. And prayers for all of us.
HIGHLIGHTS OF APW THIS WEEK
The true cost of a white dress, why sit-down dinner costs so much, and other wedding wisdom from the #APWPlanner.
This wedding had snow, pom-poms, a gondola ride, a school bus, hot chocolate, sequins, a carriage ride, and all the joy.
When family time means having to hang out with your abuser.
What are the best gifts you’ve found this year? What are you excited to give? Let’s discuss.
Should you accompany your boyfriend when he’s in some other girl’s wedding, but you don’t like her—at all?