Caroline Rose Sanders 3 Minute Read When I was a little girl of eleven years, I lived in a rental house in Bryan, Texas with my three siblings, my wonderful stay-at-home mother and our hardworking M.D. (which stands, of course, for My Dad). Though we were enjoying homeschooling, getting involved in a new church and playing in our backyard that passers-by…
Chantel 2 Minute Read It’s November. For my corner of the globe, that means autumn is making its last hurrah. The last tints of orange are glowing on the trees, and the final harvest is being made. The nights are getting cold now. Twenty-fourteen is wrapping up and settling down to play out its last few moments before it…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read I planned to be an optician. I was fascinated with sight and sure that I could help people by helping fit them for glasses and contacts. After all, the day I got my glasses is a special memory, punctuated by “Mama, I can read that sign.” The summer after senior year, when I felt like I had a scant…
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