By Beth Guckenberger My husband, Todd, and I met in March of 1990, and as a high school junior, I remember teasing him that he was a month late. I had spent the 14th of February watching other girls get flowers and chocolate. The day after our conversation, I was called out of first bell […]
By Beth Guckenberger “I’m hungry!” The cries for more food were ringing in Edgar’s ears. He heard those words from more than fifty different voices every day at the children’s home in Mexico. He was the director. He wanted to provide for all the children. But it was November—it was starting to get cold. […]
