Chocolate Submeringue Pies

November 16, 2023 by  
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By LaWanda Bailey 

"…a cheerful heart has a continual feast."
Proverbs 15:15 (NASB)

In every mother's brain, tucked under the frontal lobe, lies a storage area called the Momflubbius. Her childrearing mistakes gather there and nag at her until she redeems them one-by-one. Guilt is a mother's burden. She spends the first half of her adult life praying she raises her kids right, and the last half grieving over things she did wrong. A mother never misses a chance to redeem herself.

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Winning with Eight

November 11, 2023 by  
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By Ruth Bomar 

We waited in the bleachers. Two coaches stood toe to toe in front of the dug out. With their hands firmly on their hips, their faces turned red. The tense tone reached our ears. Our coach resolute shook his head and pointed to the rule book. The other coach turned abruptly and walked away.
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A Christmas Gift

November 3, 2023 by  
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By Ruth Bomar 

“A decent young lady from a good home does not stay out so late,” Mother flashed her dark eyes at me.

I loved my new job and her words lacerated me as she sent me off with a heaping serving of warm guilt every time I walked out the door.

There was little to do in the control room at the little Christian TV station. The live shows ended at 10:00.  The programming was pre-recorded until midnight.  Quietly I waited. Close to 11:30 he always called.  I felt wickedly clever to find a quiet place to talk.
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Your Perfect Soul Mate

October 30, 2023 by  
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By Jacque Dodson 

Every girl spends time dreaming of that special someone who will listen to her deepest thoughts – someone who understands her feelings even before she does.  She dreams of a relationship that “clicks.”
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The Christmas Nest

October 25, 2023 by  
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By LaWanda Bailey 

Shattered. Caroline's life lay in jagged pieces on Christmas Eve. She had dressed her young children in party clothes and handed them over like wrapped gifts to their father for the holiday. Alone, she thought. With the kids gone, even Santa won't stop by.

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