Reflecting on 23 Years

Today 23 years ago began as an ordinary day.  I woke and readied myself for church.  A few hours later I took my place beside Shane so we could interpret the worship service that morning for our deaf friends. After church was anything but ordinary. It was a day...

Ordinary Days

It was an ordinary day filled with the ordinary activities of a family surviving a swelling August day.  If allowed, the cries of boredom are almost as satisfying to my mother ears as the cries of “are we there yet?” The overwhelming humidity strangles those within reach and the...

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