The night still runs on a loop in my brain, resurfacing too many times a day to count. Especially that particular moment, when the tornado peeled off our roof as I held my son, debris flying, running for the basement. It’s nearly a year later and we’re still not home. So everything reminds me of the storm.
When The Winds Came: A Nashville Reporter In The Middle Of The Tornado
The winds came with little warning in the early hours of March 3 — Super Tuesday.
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