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At Falcon Ridge, my kids busked with their little violins, and filled their fiddle cases with dollars and quarters. At one point, their cousin shouted “Donations!” to the passers-by. Horrified,…
Have you ever had just one good day, the kind of day when you might even be foolish enough to hope for a brighter future than the one from which…
I have been on a blogging fast because the deadline for our book is Sept. 7. And I need every hour. But I couldn’t resist posting this. We were on…