We wandered in and out of the rooms searching for treasure. Memories. A piece of history to carry with us. After my grandmother’s passing, the grandchildren were invited to her house to reminisce and…
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I was sound asleep. Our regular pastor wasn’t there, and we had a special speaker – a woman whose message I can’t even remember. Perhaps you would expect a sleeper on the back row.…
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I pulled up to the stop sign not far from my neighborhood. Music floated through the car like fog – not loud enough to be truly heard, but not quite soft enough to equate…
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“I’m falling, hold me,” my grandmother’s eyes were wide as she reached out her hands looking for something to grasp. “I’ve got you, Grandmother. I won’t let you fall,” I assured her. My pregnant…
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Dear Colin, I love you more than words can express. No matter what I love you. When you fight with Faith in the back seat, I love you then. When your apple falls from…