First-Born
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 but also with their love. …
First Table
Sharing around the dinner table has always been a priority in our family.
First Big NO
My sister arrived – we hugged. She was exhausted from the last few days. My father said, “Let’s go into the chapel.” Then he asked me to pray. I didn’t want to pray. That was my husband’s job. He was the preacher. But he was still in Michigan. I had flown to Georgia that morning by…













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