After four months teaching overseas at Harlaxton College, I arrived home to the Midwest just in time for Christmas. I injured my shoulder days before boarding the plane. I felt like a broken bird, and I couldn’t bear to be home yet. When I stood inside the front doorway, everything looked small, as if, like Alice, I’d grown.
I stumbled up the stairway, tripped when I sat at the kitchen table. The scattered carpets and wooden floors looked impossibly far away.
After two nights, my family and I visited relatives … More »