The wind was blowing in gusts, buffeting the car, which swerved dangerously towards the precipice. Down below, the waves broke with deafening noise on the rocks. It was magnificent but terrifying. I ... [+]

The first time it really hits me, I'm staring at the peeling paint on the doorknob.I long ago memorized the feeling of coming home – the click of my key in the door, the scent of Mom's stir fry on ... [+]