Some dreams you never forget.
I’m driving through a small beach town, just after a storm. The waves are breaking on the street and in the front lawns of the old southern neighborhood. But the threat has passed. The waters are calming.
I feel drawn to a particular house, as if led by magnetic force. I approach the front porch of the quaint clapboard bungalow, and a young man opens the screen door in wordless welcome. I walk through the quiet, marveling at the sunlight dancing off the simple furnishings. And then I see her in the glow. Read More