We looked like a normal family. On weekends. Every Friday night, my husband’s plane would land, and we’d cram all…
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God Has No Grandchildren
Exactly one minute ago, my eldest son was learning to drive — according to Mom-Time, that is. Now here we…
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When Broken Places Become Timely Places
Perhaps I’ve had a daydream (or three) of someone coming by to make beds and vacuum floors—but this wasn’t exactly…
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The Hollow Fortress Control Built
Seriously, God? Well, goody. I might’ve waved the “Word of the Year” bandwagon right-on-by this year, had I known. Truth…
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