Guest Author 2 Minute Read by Bethanne Crackles rang from the wood stove. Fire devoured the wood inside, efficiently providing heat for the cool fall afternoon. Above the faint sounds of the fire, I heard my aunt reading aloud. The story was not new, but I was soon caught up in it as if for the first time. Reading aloud…
Gretchen Louise 3 Minute Read My husband Merritt and I have always wanted to learn to dance. But when he broke his leg two months after we were married, just walking without crutches again became our goal. And by the time his ankle had regained a bit of flexibility, I was too tired and pregnant to do anything but rest…
Gretchen Louise 3 Minute Read “A real man’s got to be a hero to his wife before he can be anybody else’s–or he ain’t a real man!” I had heard the lines over and over. “You run into a burning building to save people you don’t even know, but you’re gonna let your own marriage just burn to the ground.”…
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