by Janet Morris Grimes It slowed to a stop in front of us, parking in our usual spot beside the mailbox. I couldn’t breathe. My daughters sobbed in each other’s arms in the back seat.
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by Janet Morris Grimes It slowed to a stop in front of us, parking in our usual spot beside the mailbox. I couldn’t breathe. My daughters sobbed in each other’s arms in the back seat.
Read moreMy daughter Sarah has an affinity for boots. When she went away to college, I noticed a lot of her cute coed friends wearing UGG boots, so I decided to surprise her with a pair for Christmas. I found a beautiful pair in a style I hadn’t seen before—camel colored, tall profile “Bailey” boots that had roll-down tops and cute buttons on the side. I paid more than I’d planned, but I knew she’d love them.
Read moreI remember it like it was yesterday. I rode on the back of a bike driven by Sandy, my sister’s friend. My six-year-old legs dangled as we sped down the hill, my arms wrapped tightly
Read moreDear Jesus, I never thought these words would come from my mouth. And I’m not sure how to say this, really. But I have to try. I’ve been thinking a lot about 2013, and how
Read moreBy Jennifer L Griffith Rachel looked down into a valley from her sister’s house. Living on a hillside in Zimbabwe, she could see the Tongogara Refuge Camp about a mile away. The Mozambicans sought a
Read moreThere was no snow for the Christmas of 1978. Certainly not in San Diego.
Read moreThe emptiness is always there, just beneath the surface. Never the focus, rarely mentioned, but ever present. But twice a year, I allow myself to feel it, raw and unfiltered. November 15th is one of
Read more“Basal Cell Carcinoma.” Her words ricocheted off the back of my brain before my ears actually heard them. She went on, in a voice deemed too cheerful for the moment, to describe the upcoming 4-hour
Read moreBefore moving his family to Africa in June 2010, Mel found contentment traveling for missions, yet living in the States. Diane had recently purchased a hair salon with a friend, and her clientele kept her busy. Their children, Rachel and Matthew, attended some of the finest schools in America. Life was good, but Diane could see that her husband left pieces of his heart behind each time he returned from Africa.
Read moreby, Anusha Atukorala I received an amazing gift this January; one that keeps on giving. All my life, as far back as I remember, I’ve suffered with painful feet. I’ve had to choose shoes for
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