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A Glimpse of Light–With Smiles
I’ve thought I knew a lot about Africa. Studied it in geography. Read about it in the papers. Heard stories from people who had been there. I could find it on a map. Nothing could prepare me for what I saw when I deplaned in Ouagadougou, the capital of Burkina Faso. (It took me a…
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The Surprises Keep On Comin’
There’s a reason Christmas comes only once a year. Yes, it’s all about the birth of Jesus. It’s a celebration of hope promised, joy anticipated. But aside from that, as a child, can you imagine being that surprised and awed over and over again? Day after day? It would be exhausting. (Crabbiness and whining would…
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Hoped For Surprises
I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Isn’t that what a surprise is all about? Having been out of the country for close to two weeks, I returned home late last night to find my husband had fulfilled a dream I’ve had for quite some time. We’ve owned our home for close to twenty years.…
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When The Bedside Manner Is On The Wrong Side Of The Bed
I believe that at some point in a child’s life, every one of them wants to be a doctor. Or nurse. Or veterinarian. It’s not necessarily a life ambition that sticks all the time. We’d be overrun with health professionals if that were the case. (Thoughts come to mind, but I’m choosing not to go…
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Do You Really Want To Play With Matches?
I remember as a little girl having a fascination with fire. Back in the day–even in the ‘burbs of Chicago–we were able to burn paper waste behind our house. We had a cement slab with a huge metal container that held the ash residue that we often used for our own experiments. And for ash…
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