Wait
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Wait

My fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as the icy, blinding snow pelted down on my front windshield. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, I could barely see the car twenty feet in front of me on I-95. The windshield wipers chattered noisily, defiantly reminding me once again that they needed replacing….

On His Shoulders
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On His Shoulders

Three months after I was born, we moved to Hawaii. My father was an officer in the military stationed there, but my family enjoyed the beauty of the island while he served in Vietnam. I’m sure it was a challenging time for my mother, missing her husband and taking care of three children, but the…