I heard her cries before the clumsy footsteps seeking to keep up with her body’s centrifugal force led her into my kitchen. “It’s ruined, Mommy! I ruined it!” she said, through sobs as she thrust her Bible into my hand. My child who cannot yet...
Doreen* grabbed Lily’s hand and they slid away, around the corner and behind the girls’ dormitory, back for moments into the secret sisterhood of hollow years that only few will ever fully understand. To Lily, this was now her past; to her friend, this was...
“I’m sorry to jump into your conversation,” she said, as she knelt awkwardly over the stiff, high-backed airline seat in front of me, “but I’ve had two miscarriages and all of my friends are having kids and it’s so hard.” Her...
My former-orphans wear flip-flops with flower appliques and madras shorts and big bows in their hair. They ride bikes and climb trees and weed the garden for the day’s “Team Hagerty” task. They have tea parties underwater and sport goggles that I...
We laid, nose-to-nose, on my bed and I stared into eyes that weren’t hazel like mine and I saw myself in them. She asked me why? Why all this pain? She’s inherited her mama’s life-question. The stories that surreptitiously escaped her guard that...
This is the last guest post (for this season). Authors from all different walks and stages of life, from all different expressions of Christianity, have filled in each other’s gaps and told a story of how He turns the bitter, sweet. We’ve tasted bite-sized...
