There is bolder in my stomach, electricity, just humming through my skin at my fingertips.

I'm teaching class, and every week, we start with acknowledgments land acknowledgments and acknowledgment of the Black Lives Matter movement, and I have to talk about another shooting. I do my best to process, hold space, but as I'm talking about what happened to the young father in Vancouver, Washington. I feel the electricity flowing through my body. I feel the tension in my stomach.

I subscribe to The New York Times Online. It's my phone in hand. I'm glued continuously swiping down the screen. Refreshing election results, this tension. This tightness, this electricity just flowing through me. It rises to a point where I am unable to function. I have to do something to move this energy.