It is 107° and still climbing. The dog has given up entirely. He is flat on the cool tile, one ear folded the wrong way, not even pretending to care. The...
Read it →It's not even eight in the morning. The thermometer on the sidewalk has already climbed past 110°. A little girl named Hazel presses her nose to the glass...
Read it →It's July. The house is finally cool again after a long, sweaty day, and your kid is already in bed staring at the ceiling. You've been trying for months...
Read it →It's 110 degrees before nine in the morning. The dog has given up. He's flat on the cool tile, not even pretending to be useful. And a little girl named...
Read it →It's 110 degrees and the AC just quit. The repairperson's truck is in the driveway, a stranger is on your roof, and your kid is watching from the window...
Read it →The AC goes out. It's already 110 degrees by nine in the morning. The dog is flat on the tile. And a crew of four people in sky-blue shirts is about to...
Read it →You've tried. The chore charts, the thank-you notes, the little speech when the repairman leaves. And for about three days it works, and then everyone is...
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