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A BCH story of hope: My love of learning started in kindergarten class with Miss Jones, my teacher with bobbed hair and hairband, kind spirit and sweet smile. In the early days…

A BCH story of hope: In the hierarchy of chores, porch sweeping ranked among the lowliest, and none of the children wanted the assignment. In the morning sunshine but out of the…

Archived BCH update: My brother and I both had shiny red bicycles. The chrome spoked wheels sparkled in the sun. Eddie’s bike was larger, had a single saddle seat, and a square…

A BCH story of hope: How do you know things are going to be alright? Well, as a small child, I knew everything was okay when Dad said it was going to be okay. And as I grew, he…

A BCH story of hope: It seems I am asked to give personal references more and more often. I see it as a compliment –– a position that comes with age perhaps. I’m certainly honored…

A BCH story of hope: Finding things we have in common is worth the effort. When I was four years old, I was introduced to Sam and Joe. I never grew tired of my mom reading the…

A BCH story of hope: Mary calls from the dining room: “Okay, how does our Louisiana family make étouffée?” “You make terrific étouffée,” Kathy calls back from the kitchen. “You…

Archived BCH update: Can you imagine playing football without a helmet? Today, football helmets are finely engineered to provide the utmost protection. But there was a day when…

A BCH story of hope: Fireworks grab people’s attention. The whistles and bangs reverberate as sparkles of light and color fill the sky. The aerial choreography heightens…

A BCH story of hope: When we need big answers, we ask big questions. We then find the right time and place to start our search. For some, the smallness of a prayer closet on…