We are in a tsunami of tragedy, to the point I feel as if I am drowning and struggling to breathe.

More succinctly, I feel like Lucy Ricardo in the chocolate factory as the conveyor belt speeds up,

Minnesota, ICE, murder, arrests, beatings, lies, rage, hate, distortions, foreign invasions, compounded by Trump and his sycophants’ grotesque responses, have felt like the chocolates speeding past me on this crazy conveyor belt of information.

There’s no way to box all these chocolates, all this bad news; there are just too many of them.

We’re all just sitting here stuffing them in our shirts, putting them under our hats, our blouses, pushing them through the floor, throwing them at each other, and stuffing them in our mouths, barely swallowing them whole, undigested,  so that we choke on them, unable to digest what we just previously swallowed.