I was petrified of those stairs. When I was in Kindergarten, my family moved into our unfinished basement while another story was added to our two-bedroom rancher. My mother took care of three children and a baby in that awkward, damp space for more than a year. We had a makeshift kitchen and … [Read more...] about Surviving the Stairs
John
Survivor Guilt
There were three of us in our congregation desperately ill at the same time: Liz, Lora, and Lori. None of us saw it coming. All of us thought we’d beat it when it did arrive. We are all believers. We all had hundreds of people praying for us. We all have husbands and children who need us. I’m the … [Read more...] about Survivor Guilt