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The Problem With Grandma’s Lie

The Problem With Grandma’s Lie

"Grandma," Barrett's small voice sounded from somewhere in the dark. I felt the bed give as he scrambled up to the empty space between Henry and me. "There's something scary…Read more
Dear Lord… Please…

Dear Lord… Please…

I sat down at the dinner table, shot Barrett, my six-year-old grandson, a strained smile, then pressed my hands together in prayer. My husband, Henry, jumped a bit too enthusiastically…Read more