Surviving After a Flood

Something was wrong. I could tell by the rapid Ukrainian my husband was speaking to someone on the phone. I understood words like electricity, mud, and water. My husband hung up and showed me some pictures a friend sent him. There was stuff floating in six inches of muddy water. Our stuff. In our basement. The vacation didn’t feel much like a getaway anymore.   What Now? We felt trapped. We felt trapped by circumstances and indecision. It had taken[Read more]