I begin with now: looking out the window, I see the sun shining like a spotlight between the trees and houses in our neighborhood. The brightness focuses on the middle of the back lawn — our postage stamp yard that takes less than 10 minutes to mow. It’s focused on nothing in particular, …
I sat next to my husband surrounded by ghosts. Actually, they were college students and professors, but sitting in Rediger Chapel at Taylor University with my husband and stepson was like traveling through time only to collide with my past self.
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