Does God Even Remember Me?

  “I have a present for you,” my sweet eighty-seven-year-old friend Almida told me over the phone one day. Almida resides in an assisted-living facility. The pain in her hip…

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Big, Ugly Mess

Uh-oh, this isn’t good. We’d lived in our 100-year-old farmhouse about nine months when we discovered the termite damage. Every single stud on the east side of my house had…

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