Each morning, a row of little birds lines our gutters, chirping back and forth in what sounds like a very deep discussion. We have no idea what they are actually saying, but their chatter eventually got so loud that Baylor decided they needed a place of their own to eat.
By that afternoon, we had a...
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Thelma & Bonnie’s “Have a seat at my table” by Cathryn Dunsbergen








