Under the Stairs, and the Storm that Wasn’t

The week after the hailstorm, tornadoes threatened to destroy Kansas. As dire weather forecasts poured in that Thursday, I moved restlessly about the house, putting things in order. I don’t know why I felt like I needed to tidy my nest—if a tornado flattened our house, it wouldn’t matter how clean the house was. But …

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Notes scribbled on the back of a church bulletin

Thoughts are like birds that circle far overhead, and when they swoop down close enough to touch, you have to grab a few silky feathers before they vanish into the atmosphere. I won't tell you where I was when the thoughts came circling, but I rummaged through my purse and found a pencil and a church bulletin. …

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