And Dedicated to all those who have hungered, suffered, been deprived, and have survived to win.
WHENEVER THE SUMMER WINDS BLOW I HEAR THE FLOWERS whispering, and the leaves singing in the forest, and I see again the birds on wing, the river fish jumping. (prologue)
IF JESUS DIED ALMOST TWO THOUSAND YEARS AGO TO save us all from the worst we had in us, he'd failed in our area, except on Sundays between the hours of ten A.M. and noon. (chapter 1 The Way It Used To Be)
Where I'd change, as if magically, into all that my mother had been-and more.