The morning sky has been grey in Los Angeles this week, the air muddy with fog or smoke or haze, we’re not sure, it’s probably a mix of everything. The smoke running down like a stream from the Sierra Nevadas, settling above my treetops as a constant reminder that the woods I played in as a child are on fire.
I’ve been sharing on Instagram, but for context: My family lives in Northern California where the Caldor Fire continues to ravage through small mountain communities including my hometown. My parents are currently evacuated and we have many friends who are also displaced. As the fire moves towards Tahoe, the firefighters have been able to hold the line, which is less than a mile from our house. The structure is still standing, but the lasting trauma is imminent even for those whose houses survive.
And while California is, yet again, on fire, storms and floods are destroying the east coast. Turn your news channel, and you’ll see continued war in the Middle East and on women’s bodies…
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