Unspeakable violence took place today in an elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut. Twenty children aged 5 to 10 were killed by a gunman. No one knows why the gunman did this, and no one is likely to really ever know why. I cannot even fathom the heartbreak that the families of these children are suffering. To lose a child would be devastating. To lose them in such a brutal fashion would make it even harder to bear. My thoughts are with the parents, hoping that they somehow find a way to get through this horrible loss. I have no idea how one does that, and it makes me weepy to think if I ever lost my little girl. Tonight, even as she fussed and cried, and gave me a real run for my money at bedtime, I squeezed her extra tight and was so thankful that she's safe at home to give me grey hair. It's hard to write about such a senseless tragedy because there are just no words to explain how something like this could happen. Nothing you could tell me about the shooter would make this somehow reasonable. The only thing that would make any sense to me is for the U.S. to finally pay attention to this latest wake-up call—and to seriously re-evaluate its gun control, or lack thereof.