Miss Bizzy Belle: Sequel to The War Baby

If growing inside her was something to live for, then why did it feel like she was dying?

It was not easy keeping a lid on the past, a latch on the present, and a lock on the future.

"Tonya . . . We are never free until we let go."

How can I be true to myself, and at the same time, traverse in this universe without trespassing?

"Are you lost?" He wanted to know.
"No . . . I'm not lost . . . but I don't know where I am."

In her journal that night, she wrote. "Why do some people get stuck as caterpillars, never able to emerge from their cocoons and become butterflies?"