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And Just Like That, The Bubble Has Burst

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photo cred:  thecommentator.com I explained in my last post (HERE) that Neil and I are now serving as the missionary couple over our church’s local 12-Step Addiction Recovery Program.  It has been an eye-opening experience.  For the record, I will NEVER disclose any of the things that occur during our meetings.  I will, however, share things that I have learned… Read more »

Get Ready for the Holidays: Buy One/Get One Free!!

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Addiction Recovery Program: How We’ll Be Spending the Next Two Years

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About a month ago, just as Neil and I were preparing to move Erica to college, we received a call to meet with our Bishop.  Neil had recently been released from his church responsibility and I felt for a long time that a change was coming for me, too. I had been teaching the 4 & 5 year olds for several years. When… Read more »

Two More Suicides: An Open Letter to My Daughters

 Adrienne’s College Graduation Day from Duke University, Mother’s Day 2014 My girls, I love you so much. As you both know, there were two separate suicides this past weekend involving Duke University students. I cannot begin to understand why this keeps happening. I do not know these kids. Agee, I know you knew one of them and I am very… Read more »

The Passing of Time is a Beautiful Gift

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I don’t want my baby girl to ever know that after I said goodbye to her and I watched as she walked along the ivy-covered gates back to her dorm room, I cried uncontrollably. Even though I had already decided to stay in the city for nine days so that I could make sure she was settled, I don’t want… Read more »