I wanted to ask her the right way. Just for fun, I walked outside the front door, turned around and rang the doorbell. “Hope,” Deb shouted on the other side, “I think you have a visitor.” I could hear the pattering of little feet rushing down the stairs. The latch...
You never know what it’ll be. Maybe a brush with death, maybe sitting in an old house stuffed with memories, or maybe even a simple story. There are moments in our journeys that catch us by surprise—gifts really—opening our eyes to the beauty all around us. But that...
