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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…

A BCH story of hope: Dad’s garden was a thing to behold. I would say it was an act of love, but that wouldn’t do justice to the work he put into it. Sure, it came from a deep love…

Archived BCH update: There are times when parents are absent. Tragic circumstances like death or instances when a parent’s neglect are cause for separation. There are times when a…

A BCH story of hope: I am in the attic, taking stock of holiday decorations stored in boxes, deciding which to bring down this year. On top are some photo albums, and I stop to…

A BCH story of hope: In auto-pilot mode, I move through my early morning, going down my to-do list of necessary emails and returning calls before finding my way into the day’s…

A BCH story of hope: Kathy and I were teenagers when we started dating. Our first date was memorable. “You don’t mind if we take my little brother to the ballpark for his game, do…

A BCH story of hope: Amie and Mark’s date night was a great excuse for Kathy and I to spend time with granddaughter Emmalie. I felt reasonably sure when Amie called to ask if we…

A BCH story of hope: There is nothing like being the focus of a young child’s attention. It first occurs when as a baby, with laser attention, she stares into your face and…

A BCH story of hope: I learned to drive in an old blue and white pickup pulling a gooseneck trailer full of hay bales — those rectangular ones that dotted every field, large or…