I cannot not talk about it

I can't stop thinking about it, because I am angry.

I am angry for the families. For the children. For the teachers. I am angry for all of us.

We are Americans. We have rights in this country; we have the right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

We have the right to peacefully assemble.

It's not innocent or naive to demand that our rights are protected. It is unAmerican to shrug your shoulders and say it's too late to do anything about it.

Don't tell me that guns don't kill people. Don't tell me that I'm panicking over inanimate objects. This conversation isn't about inanimate objects. It's about limiting access to tools designed to efficiently kill large numbers of people. We're not talking about lamps here.

Those guns worked just as they were designed to.

I'm sure the shooter's mother bought those guns "to protect herself." And would-be constitutional scholars, don't talk to me about the Second Amendment if you're going to gloss over the well-regulated militia portion of it. Don't gloss over what "arms" existed in 1776. Unfettered access to guns is uncivilized.

I called my representatives and senators on Friday to let them know that this constituent wants them to take action on gun control. I was very nervous calling DC, I won't lie, but it was easy and it feels much better than linking to stuff on Facebook.

Today I am following up with letters, including one to the President. I hope he follows through on his words with action. They say the pen is mightier than the sword. It's a comforting cliche, but I can't just sit around waiting for the next tragedy.

We don't have to live like this. We are better than this.