In a cabin on the edge of the Smoky Mountains, she sits together at a table with her parents and children. In her eyes are strength and beauty, but behind them there is brokenness…
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“No, don’t want that one,” my two-year-old told me. “I need my fresh blankie.” I stared in confusion at three identical blankets in my daughter’s bed, wondering which one qualified as fresh… Join me…