PEACE in times of family turmoil

Christmas 1968 . We were on a westbound journey. I don't think we knew what or where our final destination was. Or at least I didn't. I was ten years old. All I knew was we had left Georgia suddenly, late one evening, to escape my dad, who, I felt, was rarely happy and was almost always angry about something.

My parents had divorced after 25 years of marriage, and my dad just couldn't seem to let go of my mom. She was like a possession that he'd had a long time and didn't want to lose.

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