Wildfires seem to be everywhere, to the north and south and places in between. The air is smells like burning car brakes, soot falls from the sky and the light is apocalyptic. The boys are restless and complaining that they have to stay inside and can’t go out and play tennis or surf, “why?” they ask.
We told them it was because there was wildfires and hundreds of homes were burning. They are children, so it doesn’t mean the same thing to them as it does to us. It is especially meaningful to Ted and I, our place burned 15 years ago this month in the Malibu fire of 1993. I am thinking about what it felt like 15 years ago to loose everything . I was lucky, all I lost were things. Ted and I and our dog were all safe. I am also thinking about how the 15 years that have passed since that day have erased all the pain and sadness of losing my home and have been the happiest of my life as they have seen the birth of my five children and 15 amazing years with them and Ted.