Growing up in Oklahoma, I was no stranger to the annual springtime threat of tornadoes. I can remember many times when my family answered the siren’s call by trekking underground to the relative safety of our home’s full basement to wait out a storm. An old gas stove and a vintage dining table and chairs provided the illusion of creature comforts, and I can still see us–my mother, my father, myself and my three sisters–circling the candlelight, passing time together until the all-clear sounded.
My heart goes out to all the victims and survivors suffering in the wake of yesterday’s massive tornado in Moore, Okla. May they find peace and comfort in each others’ arms.
against the odds
we huddle together