If I write about the senseless murder of Ahmaud Arbery right now, then my words will lack coherence and project searing venomous anger. The words in my heart feel like bullets. I don’t want to put more hurt out into the world by sharing them today.

I may write about the murder of Ahmaud Arbery a week or so from now, when I can better focus my thinking and reign in my heart.  For now I will just focus on the rain falling down outside my bedroom window, and the wind twisting the tree branches.