All that I have been, all that I have thought myself to be, all that identified Bonnie is gone. Well, not ALL, because of course Ron is here with me. But the place that gave me identity is gone. I am in a new place, so how do I...
Although all the names were printed in bold letters and striking colors, they grew bleary as my eyes filled with tears. Golden Grahams. Fruit Loops. Shredded Wheat. Corn Flakes. How many types of cereal did one store need anyway? As I stood in the grocery store aisle, overwhelmed by...
This article started with a crash. I was reading an issue of Women of the Harvest while eating lunch. As a single, I find meal times to be great times for catching up on magazines from home. I had finished reading Rootless with tears in my eyes, because my...
The day had come. The four years had flown by and now here we were flying back into Houston. Four years. Had it been only that long? Had I ever lived anywhere else? Had I ever lived in this huge city we were approaching that spread out as far...
