As we drove through town, I was struck by how different Santa Fe was compared to Chicago. The city was very small, with buildings that looked to be made of mud and streets that went every which way. The women dressed flamboyantly, and the men wore cowboy boots and hats. It was like being in a for...
This is my family. People I know and can trust. I’d never been happier to see them. At the same time, I didn’t know what to say about what just happened. Maybe it was nearing time for me to tell the whole truth, too. “Honey, are you okay? You seem upset?” my mom asked. “That’s an understatement,”...