Yesterday, I drove to the hospital and heard this song. It really spoke to my heart. As I sang along, I lifted my hand (one was on the steering wheel) in praise as tears…
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We rode in silence neither attempting to open our mouths. I didn’t dare look at him. I couldn’t. His face so familiar; I couldn’t bear to read his thoughts. I didn’t want to see…
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“Can I have a canned drink?” my son appeared from nowhere, his face beet red, sweaty hair plastered to his head in the shape of his bicycle helmet. “How about some water,” I said…