Why We NEED Each Others’ Stories

I flexed my foot to stretch my calf while we were stopped.  I bent down and fished my water bottle out of the stroller.  My friend’s stroller was parked just ahead of mine.  Our toddler boys reclined in their man-carts, happily stuffing themselves with snacks.   I hadn’t been on our usual trail in a…

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Running Hot

I was about 10 years old, I think. And I was in the backseat of our car, as it was flying down a country road in the middle of the night. Everything outside my window was pitch black, except for the beam of the headlights illuminating the yellow road reflectors as they whizzed up to…

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Mama’s of the Fire

The phantom smell of smoke still tingles my nose as I take a deep breath and look out the window of my sister’s house.  The Sierra Nevada’s rise like soldiers outside: lumbering, protecting.  In order to escape the smoke from the fires, I drove my children for hours and hours today to arrive at my…

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