In the middle of a conversation regarding the death of a young sister in 1984, my grandmother said, “People call them the good old days, but we had problems too.” She peered over her Scrabble tiles and added, “My mother died when I was 14.” This memory is etched in my...
Today’s article written by Sister Alyssa Maddox is part of our Friday guest column hosted by the young people from the Lake Worth Branch, Florida. I’ve always found it ironic that Florida is called the Sunshine State. In the summer, it rains every afternoon...
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