I nearly died last week, which is how I realized: All of my stories are about love.
It was about 3 a.m. on Sunday, Sept. 27, and my husband Tom and I were asleep. My nose twitched and I thought, How odd to smell something burning. I assumed I was dreaming and kept my eyes closed.
Then I heard the wind through the open bedroom window: Whooooooosh, whoooooosh, whoooooosh!
I immediately opened my eyes—a burning scent and a boisterous wind do not a good combination make. I looked out the …