Still itchy and uncomfortable. This time of year is great! Life This week, old shadows stirred as I shared stories with friends that revealed why my sister and I grew up so sheltered. I’ve occasionally thought about writing this down before, but I always hesitate, wondering if it’s too dark or somehow inappropriate. In short, two separate incidents shaped our parents’ overprotectiveness: we were nearly kidnapped in the mid-1980s, and in 1991, a neighbor went on a murderous rampage just ...
