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our Chagall story

Twenty-five years ago, we took a train from Madrid to Nice on France’s Côte d’Azur. We, my friend Sarah and I, left our study abroad classmates behind for a holiday trip around Europe. The train was delayed in Marseille, and our basic French didn’t quite help us...

traveling through doubt

Along with singing songs like “I Have Two Hands,” and teaching me colors and how to count, when I was little my mom would ask me,  “Where is God?” I would look at her expectantly awaiting the answer. She would say, “He’s here!” pointing to her heart…...