QUIET PLACE
My grandmother’s home was one room. She lived in a rooming house. A bed, a dresser, a hot plate, and a shared refrigerator. We, her grandchildren, loved it! Our parents sent us on the train the 50 miles to Galveston, Texas, every summer. We slept on the floor, got up at daylight to play cards and eat pancakes. Then we walked to the beach. When I think of the peace, the love, and how simple things were, I know this is where I got the quiet place in my heart.
MARY EDWARDS, Pontotoc, Mississippi
JOURNEY ACROSS THE SEA
My story began one morning when I fled Vietnam with my father. We headed to China, hoping for a boat to Hong Kong. One night, we tried for a boat,…