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The Coal House

Thoughts on poverty distort my mind. Simply because they break my heart. I grew up in the Appalachian hills, not exactly well known for luxuries and riches. Oh, we had plenty. More than enough.  Most folks in my town considered my parents to be wealthy.  Food, shelter, and clothing was…

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That Baby Face

Please tell me that I am not the only parent who sees their child’s crying face and is immediately taken back to that moment in the delivery room. A precious face, all wrinkled, eyes squinting. The redness… and white pasty skin… and open mouth. The crazy resemblance of mommy and…

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Ode to Diapers

Just now I had this awesome thought: “I’m thankful for diapers.” And I mean, the fresh, clean ones.   Now to you, that may not seem so great…but with three in diapers, a panoramic vision flew into my mind of what it would be like… without diapers. I have to tell…