I drifted over, drawn by that familiar pull. The child and dad and I struck up a conversation about the people in the pictures, the quality of the images, the mystery in their eyes. And when they left, I stayed. For hours. Sorting, wondering. What was I looking for? Maybe a face, maybe a spark. Maybe just a reminder.

Some stories grip your heart before you even realize it. This is one of those stories. The Sagacity Stories Series  invites you into a...

I came into the world a little different. Prim and proper, I didn’t touch the “pretties.” I was the kid who beat to her own drum—too formal, too serious. A personality of contradictions— Quiet and outspoken, fancy and frumpy,  perfect and messy.