On 9/11 my husband and I were where the rest of America was, planted in front of our television sets. My mother-in-law dropped in for a visit. Crying, I expressed my grief for the families, for the horror of what lay before the world.
“I know where I’m going,” she laughed.
And this will be my response to her when all hell breaks loose, when the sirens blare and the WWIII scenario explodes.
Karma is a mother fucker.