My dad’s words overflow with the Holy Spirit at times, and sometimes, it’s hard to know where to start. I opted to give you the next best thing, trying to retell his words through mine. My dad and I are close but in a different way than my mother and I. It’s just different and I can’t really explain. I…

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I am so happy to finally sit down and write about the trip I had with my dad. We woke up early (6am) and hit the backroad to a place called Grand Coteau, Louisiana. Grand Coteau is a very special place that is home to a Catholic retreat center. My family has been attending this retreat for years. My grandmother,…

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From the time I was in the 3rd grade, Jeannie and I became childhood friends. I moved in her neighborhood and our connection started through an old wooden fence, that separated her home and my grandparents. Like any little girls we shared a love for Barbie’s and riding our bikes until “dark-thirty”. But those adventures slowly faded, as two teenage girls would find that pigging…

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