When the news broke that an active shooter situation was taking place at a Georgia high school on Wednesday, I panicked. As a mom of three living in Texas, where guns are worshipped more than Jesus, a sick sense of dread overtook all my senses. I closed out Instagram, where I first saw the news, turned off my phone, and actively tried to push it out of my mind. “Everything’s OK, everyone will be fine,” I thought, and — selfishly — “It’s not happening at my kids’ schools.” After I picked up my second grader...