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A Mother's Hope & Holding Things Close
A Mother's Hope & Holding Things Close
My hope chest is 24 years young. We entered this world together: it sat at the foot of my bed, brown eyes of cedar watching my life unfold. It was... Read more...
Growing Pains, Growing Keepsakes
Growing Pains, Growing Keepsakes
I found my childhood backpack this week. There, tucked away in the attic, was the familiar pink Strawberry Shortcake bag I used to carry, filled with drawings, paintings, scribbles, and... Read more...
A Corner of Our Own
A Corner of Our Own
Dear Friends, Sitting down to write this first letter, we feel wrapped in the fresh breeze floating in from the open door marked Biti Bibi—a home we’ve been building quietly, piece... Read more...