There is nothing like a hot night in June to bring back memories of old stories. So I’m going to reprint the articles I wrote in May 1999,
Search for my sister Several minutes after my husband, Steve, and I exit Interstate 240 east of Moore, we are headed south on Sunnylane. But traffic slows to
Finding My Sister “Have you talked to Kim or Steven,” I ask my parents after finally reaching their home, which sustained minor damage. Steven is my younger brother.