Paradise in Flames: Losing the Town I Loved
by: Dena Moes “You should look at the smoke behind your house,” my neighbor said while pointing. “You really should look.” After a restless night’s sleep, I had woken up tired. My usually cheerful fifteen year old Sophia, who considered herself our “only child” now that her sister had left for college, woke up too late for breakfast and couldn’t find her shoes. Our morning was punctuated by yelling, which finally stopped when the carpool arrived. After they pulled out…