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I laughed so hard, my face hurt not to mention my large belly cradling our first child. It was a very warm December evening in a crowded, modest home. My husband’s family – mother, sisters, aunts and cousins – showered me with not only many wonderful presents for our baby…
Keeping a journal for 48 years led to writing our book Shekinah Lane. Also helped bolster my faith in the power of God in mine and others lives.
Culinary masterpieces flashed on the TV screen in the foyer of the church of cakes from last year’s dessert auction to benefit our…
Thirteen hungry boys (if you count my husband as a boy) sat around the dark eight foot table in anticipation of dinner. My husband and…
An evaluation of my book proposal arrived. The same questions were posed, the same things I have been wrestling with for over three years –…