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Stories by Dawn Anderson

If you’ve ever been to a Christian service, or read the Bible, you might’ve heard the scripture “It rains on the just and the...
The idea of weddings evoke lots of imagery: flowing dresses, gorgeous flowers, bright smiles, family and friends, high emotions, even tears. It...
When I was a young, Christmas was a big deal. This was back in the days when you got gifts on two occassions: your birthday and Christmas. My...
My Dad has one sister, Patricia. She is considerably older than him, like eight years, I think. And she had married a Pentecostal minister, Uncle...
Okay, we lived in Central Florida, in a town (and I use that term lightly—I don’t know if it really was a town) called “Croom-...
Northglenn HS. Senior year. 1978. Northglenn, CO. I was in the drama class and we’d made a HUGE float out of chicken-wire and Kleenex with the...
It was 1975, and we had an awfully wet spring and a wet summer in Central Florida. Rivers were overflowing forcing wildlife to, well, come out of...
I feel kinda bad for the firstborn. I was a firstborn. There is pressure on the firstborn that is non-existent on every child born after that. I was...
I am a cautious person by nature. David Scott is not. He is all-boy and always has been. If he is fearful, I’ve never seen it—except for...
We’re going camping this weekend. We’re taking all forty-seven kids, two tents, fifty bottles of water, 250 pounds of food, 400 sleeping...
When I was a kid, Elvis was it. My dad convinced me that Elvis was a relative. My dad has blue eyes, black hair, and a noticeable grin when he was...
I have so many sleepless nights that I cannot tell you when I last slept the whole night through—I’m pretty sure it was before my oldest...