(Click here to read Part One) The scene is surreal and I’m doing my best to keep my composure. The moment I hear that my daughter was taken by a stranger is when full-blown panic seems the most appropriate response. Indeed it surges momentarily within me, then a calm assurance envelopes me, with a confidence …
Colliding With Tragedy, Part One
It is the Monday after Thanksgiving, 2005. On this day, the climax of our desert story is about to be composed. If only it were fiction instead of fact. Our family of six is living in a 900 square foot, one bedroom, one bath house on a desert plateau in the state of Chihuahua (Mexico), …