by Ronna | Mar 6, 2015 | Uncategorized
Another new city, another new state, the third one in high school alone. My sister had tickets to Hawaii and was taking my mother along for a vacation. Preacher Dad took them to the airport in San Francisco, a couple of hours away. He wouldn’t let me come along and... by Ronna | Feb 19, 2015 | Uncategorized
Time for an Arkansas interlude, an intermission if you will, from the raw, soul-scraping day to day of my childhood. There was Grandpa. There was Uncle Jerry. There was Berryville and Oak Grove. Ponies, gardens, morning glories, underground cellars and tree...
