What Happens One Hour Before Putting Kids To Bed
Last night was a doozie. The kind of night where my husband and I came downstairs and just looked at each other with wide eyes and then grinned, as if shocked that we'd somehow made it through the Apocalypse (otherwise known
The Ones Who Make It Home
Last night, I was sitting in the field beside our house. The hay had just been cut and rolled into bales. The clouds were dark and rippling behind the tree tops; fireflies floated above the shorn grass. My dog was beside