Before They Call

By Lisa Buffaloe  

My friend Karen (not her real name) was tired and heartbroken. Her husband had left and was seeking a divorce. In the early morning light, she drove home from her parent’s house where she had been staying with her two small children.

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Choices

By John T. McNeal   

As we continue through this New Year, let it be known that this year is the year of choices. I’m not just talking about the Presidential elections, although that will be one choice many Americans will have the opportunity to make. In 2008, people will have the opportunity to change or make history within their very own lives.

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The High Calling

By Rachel Sales  
 
It is 12:35 AM. I am typing this article with one hand because my other is preoccupied with holding my two month old. My one-year old is in the bed with my husband and me as well, as opposed to her own crib, because she needed a little mommy time. Her little hands are rubbing my arms as reassurance that she’s still mommy’s favorite. Ever so often she attempts to push a key or two on the keyboard out of curiosity, only to collapse sleepily back down onto the pillow just before giving me her award winning smile. (This child is convinced that she is an only child, though she is number six out of seven. And I am persuaded that she deserves to be loved as such.)
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Coping with Loss

By Jennifer Kearson  

It was a long and tiresome week and I was ready for the weekend. I thought Friday would never come. Throughout the week I had been dreaming and planning for the upcoming Thanksgiving meal. Feeling a little under the weather, I decided to sit in my room and try to relax. Around 7:10 in the evening, the phone rang and my aunt said in a quick, sounding voice, “You need to come to Waycross; you need to come to Waycross.” Curiously, I knew something was not right and I talked to my dad and he bluntly told me, “Nanny died.” Immediately, a cold chill ran up my spine and I repeated the words to myself: "Nanny died?"  Words like, “Are you sure?” “How did this happen?”  “She was never sick” wracked my brain for hours, and that night I couldn’t sleep.
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Hat Writings

By Pam Kumpe  

"Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6

Before the game, Dad scribbled on the inside of his son's baseball hat with the magic marker and he wrote, "It's just a game."

Joe kicked at the dirt, as he ran from the dugout racing to second base. He stood inches from the bag, pulled on his cap and readied for play. The coach called, "Joe, move over some, you're too close to the bag."
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