My husband’s writing on the events that took place with our daughter Bella.
Read the prologue here. Somebody Help Us. It was a Wednesday night in April of 1991 as I made my way down the long hallway that separated our church building from our school building. The walkway was chilly as the breeze blew in from both open ends. One end of the walkway opened to the playground, where you could find me after lunch during the school year. The other end led to the church parking lot that was currently full from the pending midwee … Read More