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”...

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...

I grew up in the fifties with practical parents - a mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it. A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived...

Zac, my 1½ year old son and myself were busy getting our new home in shape for the arrival of Spenser Tyrone Job.  We had just moved into our house a couple days before.  We still needed railings on the stairs, tile in the front entrance and a lot of boxes unpacked. Spenser Tyrone Job arrives! Val gave birth to Spenser on March 27, 1987. ...

Our daughter...a lesbian? Suddenly my heart felt like ice. How could she, a Christian, be involved in such despicable behavior? Pat, our eldest daughter, had always been an outgoing, aggressive and often willful girl. I knew she had great potential but in her teenage years, although a Christian, she demonstrated a restlessness and lack of direction...

Our son Spenser died of SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome) on August 22, 1987 when he was almost five months of age. He would have been fifteen this year. It still hurts to think about him. I can’t help but wonder what sports he would have enjoyed.  What would he have excelled at? He looked like my Dad when he was born.  I wonder whom...

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,...