December 9, 2014
I don’t usually cry about the difficulties of rearing a child with special needs. Not because I don’t feel the sadness. But because I’ve steeled myself against it. And because I’m afraid that once I start, it will be too difficult to stem the flow. But tonight, I am crying. I am crying for my […]
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December 2, 2014
Every book tells a story. (That is, after all, the point of a book.) Some books, however, tell a story about the reader. For those of us whose lives depend on the written word for sustenance, we hold especially dear those titles that tell a piece of our story. And for me, The Chosen is […]
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