I baked my way through the lockdown. I baked whatever caught my fancy on the Internet. Scones and muffins, cookies and cakes, biscuits and cornbread, you name it. My husband…
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It’s been four years since my beloved father-in-law went home to be with the Lord. Last Saturday, our whole family came together over Zoom to reminisce about the godly life…
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Memorizing Bible verses became a way of life for me by the time I turned three. My mother diligently taught me a new verse every week. Nothing meant more to…
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I first came across the short story “The Last Leaf” by O. Henry in my Math class. While the teacher wrestled with complex numbers on the blackboard, I snuckĀ a look…
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There was a time in my life, not long ago, when I worked twelve to fourteen hours a day. A few months after our wedding, I decided to pursue a…
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There are certain things in life we become intimately acquainted with. I am well acquainted with the sound of my mother’s voice. I am sure that if I worked at…
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I’ve been a parent for a little over three years. In the months leading up to the second year, I worried (unnecessarily) over why it was taking Joseph a while…
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“No way I am wearing this.” “This won’t fit.” “Ummm… No way this is going to make the cut.” “This one? Nope. This would have been an option thirty cookies…
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I haven’t been gardening for very long. I discovered the joy of gardening just last year when my mother came to Austria to help me before the birth of my…
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My mother’s story began in a small town in the southern state of Tamil Nadu in India. Born to staunch Hindu parents livingĀ in abject poverty, my mother did many odd…