As a young divorced mother, I was often searching for a place for my daughter and me to live. My parents’ home had been sold to the county under eminent domain for improvements to the local airport. My dear mother had recently passed on, and her condominium association—under a law existing at the time—would not allow small children to live in the community. Housing prices had risen dramatically in our large metropolitan city, putting home ownership out of my reach. So my daughter and I moved many times during her early years.
At one point, after I was accepted at a graduate school to become a professional librarian, we had to transfer yet again to a smaller apartment in another part of the city in order to economize and live closer to school. I had quit work, cut costs, stored furniture, and moved into this little apartment. There was just enough money to pay the rent, tuition, food, and transportation costs. But we had no dining table.
From a lifelong love of Christian Science, I knew that a table is more than a piece of furniture.
