Chairs sprawled across the room that serves not only as a classroom, but as a computer lab, cafeteria, counseling center, apartment and at the moment, a church in Virginia from years ago, through the mind of a young Tamara Jeffries. My classmates and I sat in amazement as she took us back in time to visit with her the inside of her mother's purse."How did you do that?" We all whispered with our eyes, too awestruck to ask the question. Ms. Jeffries is as close to as a writing god as we have close enough in our reach. "I'm not that different from...
