Category Archives: History

For Christmas when I was nine years old I got a diary. It started me on a very important journey in my life. I set out determined to write every day, but when entries deteriorated to very mundane, meaningless entries … Continue reading →

I just want to start by tying up some loose ends from the last post. Much of the reason the move was so extremely painful to me was the connection in my mind between my dad’s promise that he would … Continue reading →

The move occurred during the summer months between sixth and seventh grades. I was feeling so horrible about leaving the foster girls behind that my parents thought it would be best if I were attending church camp when the day … Continue reading →

We have already said our father was a missionary/minister (he never left the USA but was missionary to some groupings in the USA). I was 7 years old when we moved the third time in our lifetime. I suppose that … Continue reading →