We wake up. I instinctively reach for my phone to check the news.  Another police shooting of a black man. We look at each other like, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?

There is video. There is audio. There is another crying, grieving mother who’s lost her son. And then, retaliation. A sniper takes out five policemen. And there are more mother’s who have lost their sons. And we all feel a little like we’re losing our minds.

The sadness is like a gloomy day covering the nation. The layers of “why” lie in our history. There is no simple fix here.