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Back Door Friends
In the old neighborhood when I was growing up, we had back door friends. The front door was more formal and used by those who didn’t know us well – solicitors, businessmen, and acquaintances. But then there were back door friends … Continue reading →
When It’s Personal
Sometimes it seems like 100 years ago. Sometimes it seems like yesterday. The year was 1994 and we were living overseas while my husband was in the military serving our country. We were far away from family when one of those dreaded phone … Continue reading →
Climbing Downhill 