One of my great pleasures in life has been to tell stories. Initially to my sons at bedtime. I'd make up fictional characters, always heroic, and the stories would just come to me as I told them. At then end of each story, the heroes morphed into each of the children. Alas, the boys grew up. More recently, I started once again to tell stories. This time to my granddaughters. Grace, the oldest of the three, pleaded with me to write the stories down. I finally did and published The Road Back Isn't Straight. Not a story I would have told the girls...at least not yet. My second book, The Search of...