
I grew up in the sixties and seventies when a root beer float (or 'black cow' as we call it here in the South), a red vinyl bar stool, and Johnny Angel crooning from the jukebox at the local drug store, were as close to heaven as one could get. It was an innocent childhood filled with sleepovers under the stars, unlocked doors, and catching lightening bugs in mason jars. All those summers spent with our family in Tennessee did even more to wrap me up in a tightly woven cocoon–sheltering me from the harshness life can bring. It did not prepare me for the cold reality ahead. Right after college I married and moved out to California where my husband was a part of the first graduating class for the brand new Top Gun program. We were crazy about each other. However, a series of unexpected and uncontrollable events soon sent our relationship spiraling out of control. Fearing for my life, I left California, and the man I so desperately loved behind. I returned from California a different … [Read more...]











