by Dede Montgomery It was the moment she called me “mother.” I was upset and blurted out, “Mom, I’m your daughter.” She hesitated, and then answered slowly. “Oh, yes.” Too quickly I butted in. “Mom, you know I’m your daughter.” I commanded, rather than asked, selfishly realizing, at 56, I still needed a mother. “Yes, […]
by Martha SlavinI turned the pages of an old photo album that my mother had kept of our trip to England and France the summer after my dad died. The photos had faded so much that they almost look like watercolors. I remembered how the tour gave my mother a lift back into life after […]
by Sara Etgen-Baker The home I grew up in was a two-bedroom, one-bath cracker box house. Minus the garage, it was only about 950 square feet. Like most post-war homes, ours didn’t have any air-conditioning. During the summer, Mother opened the windows for circulation and summertime heat relief. Most summers, our neighborhood wilted under a […]
by Kalí Rourke Our Pastor told a story in his recent sermon, and in it, a little boy’s hamster had died and he asked his father (a fellow Pastor) if “Timmy” had gone to heaven. The boy was told in no uncertain terms by his father that nothing that has not professed faith in Jesus Christ shall […]
by Kali´Rourke Father’s Day approaches, and although I rejoice in the wonderful Dad that my daughters have, I take no such joy in my own. He was an unsolvable mystery to me. He married my mother when she was seventeen and they had me when she was nearly nineteen. My only impressions of him as […]
by Sara Etgen-BakerWhen I was a small child, I rose on my tiptoes and stared out our living room window, watching and waiting until Father arrived home from work. “Mama,” I hollered as soon as I saw his pickup truck ’round the corner, “Daddy’s home!” Then I raced to the front door to greet him. […]
