My home life at the time was in shambles. It would disintegrate a few years later in the wake of every kind of abuse imaginable. It would take years to reclaim my spiritual, emotional and psychological health.
As an adult, homeschooling, church ministry, community volunteerism and freelance journalism kept me busy. My marriage ended the year before my youngest left for college. It was time to start over again.
I was in a thrift store one day and spotted a book that looked familiar. It was a classic children's story and I called up a memory of me sitting alone devouring it.