Not every girl gets to be Daddy's little girl. Many are missing the father-daughter relationship that is so essential for any child to have. The following excerpt is from H. Norman Wright's A Dad-Shaped Hole in My Heart. Dads, see for yourself and learn how to help heal that 'dad-shaped hole' in your daughter's heart. Daughters or even sons, consider...

Are you walking the road of infertility or miscarriage? Share the journey with an online mentor. I am a mother,  but I don’t have a child to hug. I can’t brag about my baby’s first steps, the first day of school or graduation.  I have no photographs.  But I am a mother.  My children are in heaven. After only two months of “trying”...

Oh, we talk about the best cold medications and if cherry cough syrup tastes better to kids than orange. We can recommend preschools and sneakers. But the hardest part of parenting is the least often discussed. The roughest aspect of being a parent is losing a child. Then we clam up. We don't want to hear. We are threatened. If her child died,...

My cell phone rang on Monday morning while I was working at a client’s office. “Lori, can you meet me at home? I’ve just been let go from my job.” I packed up and got in the car and started to drive, my heart pounding, my mind racing…then the tears started, and I began to pray. Just the previous Sunday afternoon, Del and I had been talking...

What does a woman do after her mate of many years dies? Most women remain settled among their friends and loved ones. But former park commissioner Margaret Coles decided to make her life count by serving others less fortunate with her special skills and experience as a medical technician. "The Lord had done so much for me," Margaret Coles says,...

She loved plants. Everywhere you looked there were plants. Her tiny apartment was literally cluttered with plants. She liked to see things grow. She liked and needed to nurture. She lived alone, and plants, to some extent, satisfied that longing and desire. With no husband to care for, and her children long since grown and busy with their lives,...

Years ago, when we were young, my brother Gene had a dance band for which I played. He asked an attractive teenage girl to sing with his band, but she never got to do so. Her mother just had a baby and was suffering from post-partum depression. Her husband often spent his evenings at a tavern. One night, after her five children were in bed, the weary...