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The power popped, and the air was warm, and 14 of us piled into the thick dark of my parents’ windowless bedroom. We tried to keep the toddlers away from the one lit candle. We tried to keep our 16-year-old eastern European (and non-English speaking) guest from thinking the world was ending. We didn’t know that my dad and some of the other men, watching the roaring blackness out the window, had… Read More

“You’re in good company if you’ve struggled with that.” I lay in the Papasan chair on the screened back porch. The breeze blew and stirred up the leaves on the ground outside. Seventy degrees in December. I’m not in England anymore. I looked up at the stark blue sky. I used to watch planes crisscross the cloudy sky outside my window every minute or two when I lived on the Gatwick Airport… Read More