Every Day of The Year

Based on things Sam has said about the gas plant next door over the past 12 months, I can tell he wakes up each day and thinks, “Maybe today is the day that they lose and we win and we can stay.”

As my friend Nancy said, it’s sweet, but it’s sad.

It’s a universal truth, too. I wake up everyday thinking my husband is alive and my home isn’t threatened.

Then I draw my first waking breath.

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