OtherSpeak bought me some valuable mental energy and time to give to other things in my life. Thank you for helping, and bearing with me.
Tabitha writes: “For being off grid, we live pretty normal lives. I do my laundry on sunny days when there is enough solar power to run the well pump…”
A contributor writes: “She climbed trees and slept in haymows, and she always loved the earth – flowers and kittens and springtime…”
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.”
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.”
Anna Martin writes, “As fall faded into winter, I crossed the halfway date in pregnancy. But the pounds piled up faster than the weeks.”
Rachael Lofgren tells a story of walking with Jesus when we don’t know the way. What can He mean? Where is He going with this?
Martha Hess, from southern Illinois, shares practical ways to offer support and care if you find yourself living in community with a widow.