thunderstorms
On Thunderstorms & Children: Reflections on a Rainy May
When my son was a wee thing, still wrapped up like a burrito, every time there was a thunderstorm, I carried him outside…
On Sons & Thunderstorms
When my son was still wrapped up like a burrito, every time there was a thunderstorm, I carried him outside to the worn wooden bench perched on our front stoop, and, together, we sat and listened to the boomers….