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As a child, I remember visiting the local bank. Dark, shiny wood paneling lined the walls. People in formal attire smiled and handed out Dum Dums. Black pens hung on beaded chains. Chatter remained hushed. I loved going to the bank and listening to the familiar...
Today I'm thinking of my friends in transition. Because sometimes I think God waits in places that smell of bleach and Hamburger Helper. Places that house women without a place of their own who wear red, fuzzy slippers and children who sport sleeveless pajamas in the...
My spiritual mentor is tiny in stature, yet fierce in strength. If you walked into a room, you wouldn’t notice her. Soft spoken voice and quiet laugh, she blends into a crowd. I met Eileen when my husband and I attended a lunch at a new church. Before we walked...
Six-year-old me stood on a new boardwalk in Northern Michigan and looked down. Initials and names etched patterns into the wood, and I wondered why someone would ruin fresh boards, boards still smelling of new wood. I wished for a pen or a rock. I wanted my name...
A rag-tag group of elementary students sat at a table and hand-crafted...
I used to think and rethink ways to live a life of love. I agonized over my...
A woman named Amy Sherman said the following about the Good Samaritan: “It’s...
It's after 11:30PM when I finally fall into bed. I hadn't intended on staying...
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