Danette Martin writes: “You’ve been on my mind ever since I heard the news of your dad’s engagement. Twenty-four years ago, I was in your shoes.”
Rachel Zimmerman writes, “I am a mother, after all. When the ‘secondary infertility’ phrase rolls off my tongue, I often feel like a fraud.”
Evelyn Hershberger shares a piece of poetry celebrating her daughter and grieving her mother. If only the two could meet, full circle!
Bethany Engbretson writes: “You know you have cabin fever when you lose track of how much coffee has been consumed and all you feel is slightly delirious.”
Anita Yoder writes: “It goes both ways, but if you know a single in your church, think about how you could let her feel like she matters and belongs.”
Regina S writes, “That’s when I want the earth to swallow me up. Not because I’m embarrassed or ashamed but because I just don’t like being stared at.”