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No Words for Paris


CTukshqVEAAZdHXI want to write about the Paris attacks, but I don’t have the words.

When I was a child we watched the news every night on TV. There were terrorists in England and Ireland. There were terrorists in Israel.

Time has passed but there is still terror.

A night on the town turned into a last night alive. Dinner. A concert. A football match.

I’ve thought about these types of attacks since I was a child. I still don’t understand them. I never will.

Author: BulgingButtons

I'm a middle aged woman doing the things that middle aged women do and trying not to beat myself up. I'm living the life I choose with the man I love, the grown up son who impresses me all the time, and the most adorable pup ever rescued from the euthanasia list. We live in the heat of the Southwest, where I regularly sweat through my Lane Bryant bras.

2 thoughts on “No Words for Paris

  1. I don’t understand it either. It’s so awful that I can’t really read or hear about it too much or it really makes me depressed. I opt for reading it in little batches and saying a prayer.

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