Many Small Streams Make a Large River
“What ever happened to Sister Bothilda’s hat?” my friend Hildur asked as I visited her one afternoon. I helped her with tasks that had started to become challenging as she aged. “We used to use…
“What ever happened to Sister Bothilda’s hat?” my friend Hildur asked as I visited her one afternoon. I helped her with tasks that had started to become challenging as she aged. “We used to use…