Imagine a parental stress continuum. At one end is the mythical and totally unatainable smiling happy family lounging on a white couch. At the other end: stress-eating peanut butter out of the jar at midnight.
Palm tree, meet Baptist. Baptist, meet fallen palm tree.
Do I want to write about how grateful I am for safe drinking water, cool air and hot food? (Very.) Do I want to write about but there for the grace of God go I?
I want to keep my hands busy and create something, anything. I want them to work like a spider creates a web and cast a net of protection across everyone I love. I'm safe and yet I can't help but think of my neighbors, my friends, and even the strangers who sought water along with… Continue reading How to survive a hurricane
The silver lining is that our dream of a BBQ tour of the south is becoming a reality.
What would you bring if you had to evacuate? Would it fit in one yellow crate? I think you would be surprised to discover that it would.