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By: Marie Kriedman Our family has many holiday traditions – visits with Santa, writing letters on Christmas Eve, setting out cookies with milk, sprinkling reindeer food on the front lawn, seeing holiday lights, visiting with friends, and so much more. On Christmas morning our brood wakes up to a tree with flashing red and green lights, shiny presents, full stockings, and “snow” (Styrofoam balls) spread all over our family room. Our first tradition of the day is a snowball fight before we start opening gifts. On…
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I Am With You
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The Deep Roots of Legacy
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Missing More Than Milestones
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Milestones
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The Little Yellow Butterfly
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Seasons of Love
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Longing for the Hyphen
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Sailing
By: Ann-Marie Ferry Twenty-five feet of crystal-clear water rolled between the pier where I stood and the smooth, colorful boulders on the lake floor. I…