My Mother Wasn't Perfect, but She Was Mine

A few days past Mother’s day and I’m still thinking about my mom. She’s been gone for 16 years and not a day goes by without a thought of  her. And, when I think of her, I think of the plan and work of God. Why? Because my mother and I had a very difficult...
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I Timed Her Tears

The grand babies are on a schedule. We have things in a neat little order and somehow they have responded well. On most days. The older one, a little boy just one, talks himself to sleep. But the 5 month old still fusses and cries a bit before she nods off. As women we all know...
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