Mama’s Date

But on the morning of Valentine’s Day there was a terrible tragedy in the United States, some children didn’t make it home from school in a town in Florida and amidst the anger and horror in my heart was that clear and concise perspective parents get in moments of fear.  Suddenly I didn’t care what restaurant havoc might take place. I was going to spend an extra-special evening with my second (and last) born.

This is Not a Drill

“What am I gonna do? Where am I gonna go?” This was a rhetorical question, because we both knew he was right, he had no where to go, and the reality was, neither did I. We were sitting in the middle of the ocean, after all. So we said as casual goodbyes as any day. And so I sat clutching my necklace engraved with my children’s names as I examined the library for survival necessities.