• Mom (for Bethany)

    She was the best mom. In hard times, she’d put a Bible under my pillow so words of comfort mingled with my dreams. (Fear not, for I bring you tidings of great joy.)   She never let a stranger-child go hungry, even with that big farm, big family – drove my father nuts! It’s a…

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