Have you ever feared for your life? Remember what that adrenaline felt like, the terror coursing through your veins? Well, as a mother, have you ever feared for your child’s life? Maybe they needed lifesaving surgery, I remember when John gave our 3-month-old son to the surgeon to save his life, when he had hydrocephalus. …
My dog spends every mealtime under the table. She has learned which family member is most likely to “share” their vegetables. Sometimes from the other side of the table, you can see just her tongue wrapping around the edge of the table. Other times she waits patiently, hoping and watching. To her, every crumb matters. …
” In Joppa there was a disciple named Tabitha (in Greek her name is Dorcas); she was alwaysdoing good and helping the poor. About that time she became sick and died, and her body waswashed and placed in an upstairs room. Lydda was near Joppa; so when the disciples heard thatPeter was in Lydda, they sent two men to him and …
My mom, Linda, was a single mother from when I was 9 years old. We lived in a mobile home court and money was tight. There was no child support coming in and Mom worked long hours at the hospital. Yet, she had a creative loving mind to solve problems we faced. I learned from my …
It was a day just like all the others. I was at school and all us students were getting our lunches out. I believe I was around 7 at the time. I remember going over to the microwave and taking out a lunch that was inside and putting my own in. I never stopped to …
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Recently, my mother retired after 38 years of teaching, a journey she began at 20 years old. We grew up in a home where both our parents worked. Much of our time was spent at our grandparents’ (mother’s parents) home. Where our unmarried uncles and aunts cared for us, since both our school and my …
I have been spending the month of March in Illinois with grandbabies. For a couple of weeks, it was the two energetic toddlers, a 20-month-old and an almost 4-year-old girl and boy, respectively. Then, little Greta made her appearance in the world, late, but beautiful and perfect. Being a grandmother, I somehow feel old. Being …
Once upon a Sunday morning in 1987, a car drove along a windy road in the Oregon countryside, the smell of wheat in the field, and the water flowing swiftly by in the irrigation ditch right beside the single lane road. It was a quiet day, and no one was around, when all of a …
I’m standing at the bottom of the towers looking straight up. I stare for a fewminutes and then say, “Daddy they look like they’re falling.” Kissing the Sky When I was small, my family took a trip to New York that I recall very little of, butwhat I do remember sticks in my memory constantly, …
One of my favorite childhood memories is going with my father to the Bazaar on Sunday afternoons. It was always alive—vendors selling seasonal fresh fruits and vegetables, dry fruits, household goods, meat products, clothing, and countless other essentials. It was exciting to walk through the colorful stalls, browsing and exploring. We often had to park …
