Up and down the basement stairs my husband Mart went, bringing boxes and bags filled with Christmas decorations. He stacked everything in the living room beside the newly-cut and fragrant Fraser fir. As I unwrapped precious keepsake ornaments...
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I’d had a rough day. Actually, it had been a rough year.
After picking up my two-year-old from preschool, I drove into our driveway and went to the mailbox. I pulled out a few bills, some junk, and a small envelope addressed by hand—my sister’s hand. I recognized the handwriting...
Read moreThe Wise and the Humble
Up and down the basement stairs my husband went, bringing boxes and bags filled with Christmas decorations. He stacked everything in the living room beside the newly-cut and fragrant Fraser fir. As I unwrapped precious keepsake ornaments...
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