lumber.
I want to be clear about what happened next.
There was no heroic moment where I instantly knew exactly what to do.
For about six hours, I moved back and forth between the feeling that I had to help and the equally strong feeling that I had lost my mind.
Then I did what I always do when something feels impossible.
I did the math.
Literally.
I wrote down my income.
Mortgage.
Utilities.
Food.
Insurance.
Then I estimated the cost of five children.
The numbers didn’t work.
Not without