My heart is yellow and blue most days now…The war wages on… dear Ukrainians suffering beyond what my heart can take …

I sit here in rural Wisconsin far from Europe…the great body of ocean water separating us…Yet I feel their hearts exploding in mine…

I sit here in my little house…while theirs has been blown apart…

I sit here with another noodle dish, thinking I am tired of these boxed meals…then I read about how a family hid in a basement, slept on potatoes for warmth and had only these vegetables to eat for the last four gruesome weeks…

I sit here mulling about my limited travel out one or two days a month… but I am not restricted for fear of being shot …I can safely travel to a bus or train station…I don’t need to worry about a missile striking me dead…

I sit here and see my grandchildren…joyfully playing…happy and free…and read 4 million… yes, FOUR MILLION Ukrainian children are now without parents…

I sit here with rage…questioning how can we sit here in comfort when part of our humankind is being wiped out?

I sit here and ask can anyone escape the brutality of this war?

I sit here and ask how our moral conscience allows yet another genocide?

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