I'm flying to California for a "big" college reunion, so I won't be back on the Fire Escape until next Wednesday. I'll probably be tweeting a bit, but for now it's time to meander down memory lane.
I'm picturing the 17-year-old version of me standing in the dorm parking lot on the first day watching my parents' taillights disappear. I remember thinking: Now how am I supposed to kiss them good night?
What I didn't know is that over the next four years I'd find a faith that changed me, meet the man I'd marry, and start to see a bridge between two growing interests: stories and justice.
See you next week!