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GENDUSA COLUMN: Still miraculously my own
My three-year-old daughter stood below me, gazing at her mother’s swollen belly. And, while pointing, questioned, “Did you have me in your tummy, like that?” ...
My three-year-old daughter stood below me, gazing at her mother’s swollen belly. And, while pointing, questioned, “Did you have me in your tummy, like that?” ...
Kindness is a powerful word full of good intentions. Everyone believes kindness to be an asset, but like anything worth having, it takes work. Components ...
She was usually in her kitchen by 4 am to prepare for her day. Grandpa (my grandmother) deemed Sunday the most important day of the ...
First, Lord, thank you for coming to us, suffering for us, and teaching us the power of God. None of us thank you enough. Sometimes, ...
When I approach the Easter season, my mind does not immediately envision the joyous day Christ rose, but instead the day He died. When I ...
She stood on the cold tile floor of the train station surrounded by luggage that appeared taller than her actual height. She held a sign ...
The rain is steadily falling through a sky of gray. It seems apropos today as a world away in Ukraine, their citizens are gazing at ...
Daddy always said, “The only problem with living long is watching others go away while I still stand strong.” He was right about that. Many in ...
War is brewing in Ukraine. Iran is stirring up a bomb, and who knows what North Korea is cooking. Truckers are blocking roads in protest, ...
When I sit at my mother’s old antique desk, I feel as if I have stepped back in time to visit her and those she ...