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Grandfather’s clock

September 8, 2013 - 12:00am

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Daily Bread

Stories that heal from ‘Kitchen Table Wisdom’

By Ma. Leonora Padilla | February 23, 2003 - 12:00am

There are three scars on my body: an eight-inch mark across my right chest where my breast used to be, a hairline incision on my lower abdomen, and the most recent, a jagged curve downward from my navel through which...

Sunday Lifestyle