Harrowing

(Cont.) “We didn’t have heat that first winter — thankfully before we moved somewhere where that would be deadly — but we would still have a thin layer of ice form on top of a water glass if we left it near the exterior wall on the counter. The cold was the most miserable part for me. I’d sleep in layers, with a toque, inside a sleeping bag, with a blanket. Getting out of bed in the…