Christmas 1983 delivered in God’s time (Holy belated gifts, Batman!)
The year 1983 I will always remember as the YEAR OF THE CABBAGE PATCH KID. That Christmas I desperately wanted one of the vinyl-faced, squishy-bodied little persons. It had been a year since I’d...
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This is between you and me. I can trust that you won’t divulge this information to the Mother-of-the-Year’s neighborhood watch committee, right? (I knew I could count on you.) What sort of person...
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