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Call me Scrooge

I admit it. I feel much like Scrooge–the pre-ghostly-visitation version of him–this year. ┬áPart of my attitude, is, I am sure, the emotional dross that has surfaced in the last few weeks. Another part of my attitude stems from the … Continue reading

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Thoughts on the Prodigal at Christmas

He was five years old when I first met him. She was four–both of them sweet, adorable, incredibly wounded little kids. All I knew was that I had fallen in love with their Daddy, and they needed a Mother. It … Continue reading

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