I’m rarely in danger, but on the Sunday of Labor Day Weekend this year, it was nice to have a strong thirty-something-year-old man wrap his arm around me to keep me safe. John and Rosi had traveled from Oklahoma to Taos, New Mexico, for a long weekend getaway. Xenia, my fifteen-year-old, and I were takingContinue reading “Whitewater River Rafting”
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Sister Friend Daughter
The paramedic looked at me and said, “Are you Daughter?” I thought of what it must look like from her perspective as I held the ice pack to Coryn’s bloody head with her purse over my arm. “Yes. Yes, I am.” Two hours earlier, I had walked in the front door of my house, changedContinue reading “Sister Friend Daughter”
