I have no recollection of the accident, not even one of those fragmented pieces of memory that surges suddenly out of a half-sleep with glimpses of tumbling sky or shiny asphalt.
My three children were at home with their baby sitter and I was on my way to the city to see a play. I was going to meet my husband at his office. All that I can remember clearly. Then, mysteriously, darkness falls over my mind and the next thing I know I’m staring at an open window. Continue reading