Commentary
We are coming up on the first anniversary of the floods here in Texas, and I am realizing how neatly the body can hide trauma until something small calls it back. For me, it happened the other day while I was driving through Comfort. It had just started to sprinkle as I crossed over the Guadalupe River, and I could feel something shift in me physically. It was as if all the memories I had packed away in a box came loose at once.
