Driving Through a Hurricane

He ain’t feeling anything – my love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain. I’m driving through a hurricane. All he can say is ‘Man, ain’t it such a nice day.’ There was a time in my life when the words from Miranda Lambert’s “Dead Flowers” rang louder than an air raid siren. It was the last vestiges of my marriage, 30 years of matrimony coming to an ugly end. The hurricane was the anger, loss and exorbitant stressRead more