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Chad Pierce

From Durham to Cuba

On a rather dreary and damp Sunday morning, I walked alone through the streets of Durham, England making my way to St. Nicholas’ Anglican Church

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An American Girl

My oldest child just turned 17, and both of our worlds are changing. Our date nights at the gym have been replaced with me working

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A Stroll in the Woods

By Chad Pierce I remember the feeling of hospitality I received twenty years ago like it was yesterday. A couple of friends and I were

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Don’t Thank Me

by Chad Pierce “Please don’t thank me.” I imagine I will think, but not say, this 500 times over the next few days. As a

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Behind the Walls

by Chad Pierce It’s what on the inside that counts. If I have learned one thing this week, it’s that. On Monday I spilled coffee,

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Marines and Mothers

by Chad Pierce “Most people run away from the sound of gunfire. Marines run toward it.” This was one of the many true yet testosterone-filled

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