Like garbage in the wind

I drive back from dropping off my youngest, and the wind is howling, nudging my big rig side to side. Tuesday is garbage day and as I near my house, I see every street littered by pieces of trash that have fallen from knocked over cans, swept up in gusts. I pull in...

Through dark’s middle

The rain starts with drops like sizzles and soon it is pounding like popping corn on the windshield. I clutch the steering wheel hard, shoulders hunched, wipers on full speed with two of my three girls nearly asleep in back. We drive long for a much too-short visit...

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