On the 28th of July, 1991, I was being driven from San Diego to Escondido, California ... when there was a sudden crash, a spider-webbing of the windshield, a crumpling of the engine, a tearing of pain across my body. A truck had run through a red light and broadsided us. Sally...
We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes... -Madeleine L'Engle,...