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It’s raining outside as I scurry up the steps of the bright yellow bus. Drenched, I use my shirt to wipe the water from my brow. I hear my name growing from something faint into something loud.“Tara!”My eyes squint and look through all the eyes...

A story of one of strong women we serve:I had always believed that I couldn’t carry the weight of the world. There I sat waiting for the doctor’s weighty results. I patted my stomach and took a deep breath.Years ago when I was a child my mother...

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