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A BCH story of hope: The races on the playground of my elementary school were legendary. The winner’s accolade was bragging rights as the “fastest” runner and was fiercely sought…

A BCH story of hope: There is nothing better than an ice cold watermelon on a hot summer day to refresh the body and soul. My great-grandparents’ home still exists. Nestled under…

A BCH story of hope: My mom passed Friday, June 3, 2016. Since her diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, our phone calls became more frequent. From our routine once weekly to daily…

A BCH story of hope: The clock on the wall chimes. We have three hours left until our weekend is over. “What would you like to do before our work week begins?” I ask. Kathy shrugs…

A BCH story of hope: It is hours before daylight. We rise early and load the family into the mini-van. Our oldest Kyle and youngest Mary take the last seat while daughters Jenny…

A BCH story of hope: Intertwining strands together to make rope is just smart. Really, it is ingenious. In ancient times, a single vine or matted plant fiber proved to be…

A BCH story of hope: As families grow in number, the list grows. You know? The list. The list of birthdays. Kathy keeps the Edminson family birthday list – as if she needs a…

Archived BCH update: It’s an old-fashioned concept, but in our family circle, we are for each other. Out there, people and circumstances will come with a mighty force, and…

A BCH story of hope: I find myself walking into empty church sanctuaries, sitting and spending time alone. It is peaceful. I pray and I am comforted. I have great childhood…

A BCH story of hope: Saturday morning –– the weather is gorgeous. I take my second cup of coffee onto the deck and listen to what Kathy calls the “dawn chorus,” that joyful…