The stadium lights blazed sizzling white that fall Friday night. Our son was the second string center on the visiting team. His odds of playing weren’t good.
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Why do we fall back into darkness every year?
Those were cold, dark winter mornings during second semester of my freshman year in college, when my alarm woke me at 5:00 am for morning swim team practices.
When Strangers Marry
Thirty years ago, I promised to love, honor, and marry a man I really didn’t know all that well at the time.
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Encouraging children is always in tune
Our son, Hayden, had expressed an interest in playing Tuba after we PCSed to Germany. “Tuba? Really?” I’d wondered.