This was originally written on September 17, 2016

I was in Huntingdon, Pennsylvania the weekend of the Pulse shooting for my son’s college orientation. If you have never been to Huntingdon, Pennsylvania, it is about 20 miles from State College, in the middle of nowhere and internet and cell phone reception is iffy at best. Those of us from the Philadelphia and Pittsburgh areas refer to middle of the state as Pennsyltucky- a landscape of abandoned factories, country music radio stations, hunting rifles, and Confederate flags.  Because of these circumstances, I received almost all my news about what happened in Orlando through Facebook and really couldn’t start to sort out through my thoughts and feelings about it until I got home. At the time I felt like my Facebook news feed had become a tornado of information, emotion, and reaction— some became background noise while others still stand out with crystalline…