During World War II, my grandmother, Mary Bailey (later, Bowen),
was in Texas serving in the Army as a nurse. My mother was five years old at
the time, and left back in West Virginia in the care of her grandmother,...
"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka
