Thunderstorms, Pavlov’s Dogs, and One Sleepless Night

(A Tale of Motherhood) Last night, there was a thunderstorm in Tiny Town. Actually there was this random long series of storms and not-storms, with lightning and thunder rumbles, then quiet, then more lightning and thunder rumbles, then quiet. Then a huge crash that sent me flying out of bed to check on my daughter. […]

His Hand in the Heartbreak

The storm is ending. We slowly venture up the basement stairs, the boys still wearing their bike helmets. My mom heard once that bike helmets might protect a child’s head from flying debris, so when the siren sounded I strapped them on the boys before we took up our post in the basement. Now I […]