I didn’t plan on sneaking into the cemetery, but before the sun had a chance to scatter light across the Panhandle plains, I crawled through the guardrail gate. Husband beamed the headlights at an angle to assist my search efforts, but also to keep the glare from staring down the well-worn, two-lane highway. This is crazy, I thought. But I…
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Day of the Dead is an answered prayer!
Our 9 year old is struggling with nightmares. Really icky ones. Robbers. Murderers. Death. They’ve taunted him for six or seven weeks now. He first told me about them with a very sage explanation. “It’s like this mom, when you get closer to 10 you really understand things better. You know, in life. Before, when I was younger, I wasn’t…
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