Shortly after I woke this morning, I was standing in my kitchen making coffee and preparing to make the usual Sunday morning big breakfast, when I heard the ever-familiar tones of my husband's and son's pagers.
As a wife and mother of firefighters - and as the city's emergency management director - I know there is no guarantee of a quiet Sunday morning.
A few minutes later, my shirtless firefighter son - who is now working to become a paramedic - came running up the stairs,…
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