I spent Christmas Eve with my mom last month for the first time in years. It was unexpected; she was happy and well. All through the drive to my aunt’s house—Dad at the wheel, Mom turning the music up—my sister and I watched the lights and thought about extraordinary transformations. How anything is possible, though [Read More...]
from
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2017/01/the-world-at-midday/
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