I should have known when he showed up with Levi’s and roses he was a keeper – the Levi’s on his hips and the flowers in his hands. It was my birthday or close…
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Dear Mother, God sees you. I needed to tell you that. Yes, I’m talking to you. Yes, you. God knows your hurts. He hears your quiet sobs in the night. It stormed here last…
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My Sunday school teacher is dead. His death was just as blunt and rude as that statement. We were given no time to say good-bye, no adjustment period, no moments (even fleeting) to allow…