What can you do to help change the world? (I have video of yours truly demonstrating what to do and how to do it below.) Read on: In the venn diagram of Kate, the outrage of people outside my Newtown bubble is amazing, with people calling Congress, sending emails, posting, and tweeting. Non-newtowners, non-GVPers. Regular people who are starting to get it. Starting to realize that without action, our story
What A Difference A Sign Makes
Since the shooting at Sandy Hook, every so often a few of us gather outside our friendly, neighborhood trade association representing the firearm and ammunition industry (aka gun manufacturers), the National Shooting Sports Foundation (NSSF). These are your go-to lobbyists for the guys who make the guns, an equal opportunity money maker and fear monger similar to the NRA, the omnipotent lobbyists for the guys who shoot the guns. We’re a
The Value of a Dollar
Did you hear what the teen store Wet Seal did for one aspiring model? They launched the modeling career for one teen with Downs Syndrome and instantly became my very favorite store for clothes I’m too old to wear. Because that’s what I do: put my money where my values are. While before Karrie, I never once shopped Wet Seal because of the name alone (ew, really?), I will now encourage the teens
First Day Jitters
Yesterday was the first day of school, and I so remember last year, when I teased my teenagers and mockingly made a video of them heading off to that first milestone day. The most wonderful day of the year for so many working parents! This year is different. Social media is clogged with first day smiles, backpacks, new sneakers, and so many little faces waving as the school bus pulls
I’ve been busy.
Sorry for the absence, but I’ve been busy. Driving carpool, cooking casseroles, writing letters, making phone calls, crying, attending meetings, losing friends, working, making friends, mending broken hearts, lobbying congress, watching sports, writing more letters, crying, joining groups, quitting groups, hugging kids, visiting colleges, working, momming, driving. Trying my best to be a worthy ambassador for Newtown every single day. Trying to figure out what to do next. What we can possibly
Channeling Grief into Advocacy, Sort of
I would like to post regularly and share what is happening here in Newtown, but there just isn’t enough time or energy to do that. I want to, but I’ve been muzzled: first by grief, then by fear, then by responsibility, then by trolls, then by frustration, then by friends, then by time. When trying to find someplace to channel the grief, to get away from … well … me,