
When Faith Becomes Visible: The Story of One Woman Who Did Not Forget
It was a moment to cherish. There I sat in her living room watching this precious woman, my grandmother-in-law, play her special version of patty-cake
…those thoughts about life that spin like wheels in my head — and hopefully don’t run me over…
It was a moment to cherish. There I sat in her living room watching this precious woman, my grandmother-in-law, play her special version of patty-cake
They looked at me like I’d killed their grandma. Or at least stolen their candy. In truth, I’d tried to save them from the machine
For my kids, Easter baskets always came a week early. On Palm Sunday. My mother-in-law sewed adorable outfits, matched them with sweet fancy hats, and
I met him once. Rev. Billy Graham. It was a Monday night. A friend and I were on our way to Art Survey 101, and
He gave a speech. He thanked his teachers. He thanked his dad and me. He thanked the people giving him the award. And then he
She wrapped her presents with her eyes closed. Why we didn’t wait until Dad got home to do it, I couldn’t tell you. It meant
I could write a post, but, today, I think this picture suffices: 15 years later, how you would caption the photo?
My daughter asked it. “Mom, why is there a cloth sign tied around our tree?” Simple. Because I am now officially a tree hugger. See, we
I’ve had a lot of them this year. Last high school soccer game for my daughter. Last high school track meet for my son. Last month
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