Tuesdays With Somewhere to Be

The clock on my nightstand read 5:02 in the morning when my phone began vibrating against the wood. Thanksgiving Day. Outside, sleet tapped against the windows of my small house in northern Virginia. The porch light cast a pale circle across the frozen driveway, and the little American flag beside the steps snapped sharply in the wind. Inside,...

By My Life Story Editorial

Published November 2, 2026 · Updated November 2, 2026