On Drowning, Breath, and Baptism
The summer I turned eight years old I spent a day at the beach. It was supposed to be fun—a family day with my sister, mom, dad, cousins, aunt, and uncle.
Children's Author
The summer I turned eight years old I spent a day at the beach. It was supposed to be fun—a family day with my sister, mom, dad, cousins, aunt, and uncle.
My husband tells me stories of his family history that are filled with such adventure that the pictures and emotions they conjure up in me linger for hours.