Elisabeth Allen 4 Minute Read It was a bright, sunny day in spring when we gathered in the chapel for her funeral. I was raised in country chapels and this city chapel was a bit different. There were no headstones and overgrown grass in the graveyard and no rugged oaks or drooping willows — just a sheet of concrete, punctuated…
Elisabeth Allen 5 Minute Read She lost her mother when she was sixteen. Her friends were talking about careers and giggling about boys. Her heart was heavy with the weight of a father to comfort and a family of little boys and girls to raise. She was a girl grieving her mother and yet overnight she had become a mother…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read In the middle of gymnastics class, my group of preschool girls decided oinking like pigs would be fun. Grinning at their giggles, I rolled my eyes and asked for quiet. Obediently, they shushed, although their smiles still spoke of their joy. Smiling back, I faced them, stood on the closest low balance beam, and demonstrated…
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