Growing up in my house, we were always one catastrophe away from Armageddon. Or so my parents thought. It was not unusual to hear my father yelling, “Who left the refrigerator door open? Do you want the motor to burn out and start a fire?” I assure you, to this day, my sisters and I…
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Blink and it’s gone
At the crack of dawn, I was already driving home from the airport, wiping big mama tears from my cheeks. My eldest was headed back to Texas, his fireman gear packed efficiently per his norm. Military precision is his modus operandi. While he was getting ready to board a plane, I was heading back to…
