After placing a handmade Christmas wreath on my parent’s grave and wiping my tears away, I turned to leave and spotted him in the distance. Mr. Baker is a long-time member of the church in which I grew up, and he was standing in the lower parking lot making preparations for the 34th Living Nativity …
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Miss Faye
I couldn't sleep last night for thinking about Miss Faye. The truth is, I barely know her. For years and years, she and her husband Joe have hosted a Christmas dinner for my Father's Sunday school class. Up until two days ago, I had only exchanged a few brief words with her. That all changed …
Cary to Calcutta 