The third chick

This may look like a photo of three chicks having a tasty mojito at Sambuca. And it is. But context is everything. We are having a tasty mojito after Betsy and I had moved into donated warehouse space, had fielded what seemed like a thousand phone calls of people who needed help and people offering…

“We’re on our way”

The phones are ringing off the hook today, but this call was different. “We’re on our way!” an emphatic voice said with great authority over the phone. Well, great, I said. What time are you going to get here? “We’ll be there by about six o’clock,” said the voice. It was three in the afternoon,…

My new favorite boyfriend

Sunday night, I was watching aerial footage on T.V. of the Cumberland River rising. The helicopter headed out of downtown and toward CRC. I stared and stared, waiting to see what the building looked like. Just as the chopper was a block away…it turned back. I screamed. Mark, my husband, said he was going over…