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Through the thin walls, I thought I could hear our doctor say, “I’m sorry, Lizzie. Your counts are too low to be treated today.” It was...

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Be truly joyful, like one who, though his house has burned down, feels a deep need in the soul to begin building anew. – Martin Buber The...

*Photo credit: Erin Wilby On a crisp, sunny morning in March, my sister and I laced up our hiking boots and set out for the trail through...