-.- PROLOGUE …. APRIL 1935 “David Graham stood over his wife’s grave while the minister prayed. Her favorite spring lilies adorned her casket, and she would be laid to rest under the shade of a beautiful maple, just like the tree he had proposed under at that picnic over twenty years ago.” -.- CHAPTER ONE […]
There is something intrinsically healing about storytelling. I have always believed that imagination is the key to resiliency.