The Dark Before Dawn

Though last week’s chapter in the tale “How I Became R. A. Nelson” was a tribute to the unexpected richness of my life in Fayetteville, the years spent there were also – in a way – the most difficult part of my journey.

As friendly and fruitful as Fayetteville proved to be, neither my husband nor I ever felt “at home” there. Both of us had landed there as a temporary measure – a brief stop on the way to the “next step”. Even after meeting and marrying and working and living in Faye...