Growing up during the 1960s in Shreveport, Louisiana was rather ordinary, except that my mother was a paraplegic. It wasn’t until I was five years old that I even asked why she was in a wheelchair. Her explanation was the first of a million stories that I would hear about her extraordinary life and the love that she and my father shared.
I etched these stories into my mind knowing one day that I would write a book about their beautiful relationship and how it all began--my father married my mother in the hospital ten days following the car accident that left her permanently pa more...
