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A short story of redemption A few years ago, we welcomed a sibling pair into our home from foster care. What was a sad situation became something beautiful. It was not an easy task or an easy road. I needed to keep checking my heart and my motives for my responses. The goal in foster…
The dog in the fight There was more than one dog in the fight. We heard the commotion late one night outside on our deck. The pack of dogs that run together in our neighborhood decided to visit our place. The crash we heard was the grill shoved against the door. Tables and chairs were…
The boxes to be checked The form in front of me gave me choices to help differentiate who I am. There’s no box for wife, mom, or grandma, although there are boxes for married, single, or divorced. Another section of the form allowed me to list my credits in the workplace. I could check fulltime,…
Coulda, shoulda, woulda ,Every one of us have moments when we “coulda, shoulda, woulda”, if only, don’t we? Those are the times we wish we could go back and change what is in the past – but we can’t. Instead of looking ahead to new roads, we look back on the past and wish desperately…
Expectancy Every Christmas, we did not come downstairs until we heard the first song on the record player, Joy to the World! Then, and only then, did we have permission to bound down the steps. It was a tradition. That Christmas, when we pushed open the stair door and bounded into the dining room, Mama told…
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