Galveston, Texas, September 2008 – Waiting for Ike Galveston always has a way of making you feel unwelcome. But as the Island breeze caressed her face, Katie scolded herself for the uncharitable thought. Pelicans glided in a V above her head. And though the church door was locked – something she’d dreaded since she’d seenContinue reading “Galveston, September 2008”
