Suicide – the Worst Death

For those whose loved ones take their own life, suicide is the worst death, which I learned from experience when Tom died, my second husband who killed himself. Continue reading

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Miracle on the Road – O Ye of Little Faith

I believe in miracles – all kinds of miracles. So did my friend Warren … Continue reading

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Into a Storm – Test of Their Faith

Wes was head coach at a high school in Salt Lake County, proud of his athletes who had participated for four years in a national meet in Pocatello, Idaho. This year they would travel into a storm Continue reading

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Lost in Youngstown

It was a long time ago, that spring of 1982, when I moved from Utah to Virginia, not knowing that this first cross-country journey when my disabled daughter and I … Continue reading

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A Blizzard in the Texas Panhandle – Election Day 2004

Election day 2004 I didn’t vote for either Bush or Kerry because my disabled daughter and I were caught in a blizzard in the Texas Panhandle. Continue reading

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Lost Opportunity And Regret

This story of lost opportunity and regret is based on a sermon I heard several decades ago in a church meeting. The speaker and protagonist I call Continue reading

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The Night Their Son Killed Himself – “A Hand Pushed Me Back”

I put together a collection of Miracles and Angels stories that friends and family shared with me from 1996 to 2000 when my disabled daughter and I lived in south Salt Lake City, Utah. A story originally titled A Hand Pushed Me Back is here re-titled the night their son killed himself. Continue reading

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Ozark Hillbilly – Grace Votaw Duniven

When the dogwood trees dazzlingly bloom in southern Virginia where I live with my disabled daughter, I always think about Ozark hillbilly Grace Votaw Duniven one spring day in the Ozarks, the spring of 1962, when I met her in a back alley in Licking, Missouri. She was scavenging for food. Continue reading

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