Headlights in the Ash

The morning of May 18, 1980 started like any other day on our property. I remember being in our makeshift kitchen baking bread when I noticed something dust-like blowing through our open structured dwelling. I ignored it at first, but over the course of a couple hours I noticed our tents, countertop, dishes – everything…

Digging the Well

My family and I would travel an hour to the nearest town to fill our water buckets and rinse our bodies off at the local car wash. Life was all about survival. I was the fire starter in this family, the person pushing our momentum at every turn. Whether planting seeds for vegetables, hand-digging a…