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A BCH story of hope: The first time I saw an eagle – a real eagle flying in the sky – it took my breath away. I had seen eagle in a book or soaring in slow motion on a television…

A BCH story of hope: As a boy, I looked up to my grandfather. I had to – he stood nearly 6’ 5”. He was nimble, too. Tales of his contortions fascinated me. I remember as a…

A BCH story of hope: We live in a world of symbols. That red octagonal sign at the intersection, the yellow circle with two dots and a friendly, upward curving line, and the…

Archived BCH update: There would be no Christmas tree in our home until the first weekend of December –– my mother was adamant. My siblings and I could hardly contain our…

Archived BCH update: I have got to be doing something. My mind is always “on.” I invent things to do just to stay busy and engaged. When I’m coerced to sit, time drags. Five…

A BCH story of hope: Autumn in Elmer, Louisiana conjures images of red International Harvester combines and green John Deere tractors, alternately bringing in the crops and…

A BCH story of hope: Christmas time in married student housing centers around simple pleasures. The semester winds to a close, days are not quite as busy, and from most apartments…

A BCH story of hope: When I was a boy, Mom wouldn’t let me and my siblings go barefoot until after Easter. I’m not sure of the edict’s origin, but it is akin to the Southern…

A BCH story of hope: In a few days, my family will remember the birthday of my grandmother Bertie Terrell Lee. We’ll recollect her smiling face beneath the white knitted cap she…

A BCH story of hope: Four-year-old Mary bows her head and begins to list all the things for which she is thankful. When she began reciting her prayer at mealtime two years…