Two Strangers Knocked During a Christmas Outage. The Moment They Gave Their Names, I Knew Something Was Wrong.

because in the dark you take comfort where you can find it, and watching my daughter sleep peacefully was sometimes the only proof I had that I was doing something right.

Back in the kitchen, the casserole sat cooling in the dead oven like a monument to optimism. I moved it to the counter and covered it with aluminum foil, salvaging what I could. I continue reading …