“GET HOME NOW! YOUR GARAGE IS ON FIRE!” The text dinged on my husband’s phone. Turning the car around, our hearts sank when we saw the roiling cloud of black smoke nine miles away. My husband focused on driving safely while I screamed in horror with the remembrance of each precious thing we’d stored in the “Garage-Mahal.” Read of how Nancy finds redemption in NoMIWoman’s July/Aug Issue.
