LAYING IT ON THE LINE: THE BACK STORY
Racing up and down the streets–block by block, I had no idea where I was going. I knew my mom had been somewhere close. —But where??! She couldn’t have gone far. All I could do was continue to follow my instincts.
Suddenly I brought the car to a screeching halt. Two young ladies were slowly strolling up the street on my driver’s side. I stuck my head out of the window as I blew my horn at them in quick-short successions.
“Excuse me miss! DId you see an elderly gray haired woman walking around the neighborhood?” Continue reading 07 January 2015



