Husband and I have some of our most frustrating conversations in the car. Well, perhaps calling it a conversation is being generous. More often than not, it’s entirely one-sided rambling on my part about a variety of “interesting” topics, like …
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Standing in the shadow of death
“Press harder ma’am. That’s it, keep going” The paramedic’s voice is calm yet forceful, his presence is large yet not suffocating. “Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen…” There is a strange rhythm to the numbers that I seem to exhale with …
