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“Hey, come look—the tree fell!”, I exclaimed to my husband. We knew that tree was mostly dead three years ago, but had left it up, because one part still produced leaves and it had become a favorite place for birds… Continue Reading →
“What are these people’s stories? How did they end up here?”, I wondered, when I first met some of the residents at a homeless shelter a group of us volunteered at for a week. Some of them fit the stereotype—“grungy”,… Continue Reading →
