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It Goes On
Read more: It Goes OnWhen I was a child, my father had a darkroom in our basement. If I close my eyes, I can still smell the bitter chemicals and see the reddish light barely illuminating the room. I did not know exactly what he was doing in there, taking paper from one chemical into another and then hanging…
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Never lost
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Read more: Never lostMy middle son, Wesley, has deletions on his first chromosome and is on the Autistic Spectrum. Life can be and often is overwhelming for him. His haven, his refuge is the car. He will ask several times a day to go for car rides. It is part of his routine and for twenty minutes several…
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Patience to Endure
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Read more: Patience to EndureThank you for stopping by to read my first blog post. I am not quite sure I have much to offer as far as my thoughts and reflections are concerned. My oldest son seems to think I do. When my husband died I promised God would extract every ounce of glory and that I would…