She edges closer to the door, activating the checklist in my mind. “Here, take the GPS. And your cell phone charger.” I pile both items onto her schoolbooks. She opens the door with the only
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Imperfect Parenting
At first, I thought it was just my little secret. As a first-time mother, still basically a child myself, I gazed into the eyes of my newborn daughter. Resting on my raised knees, her hand
Read moreSeeking the Fruits of Motherhood
Do people actually think I’m serious when I say things like, ‘Last night I almost left the baby in a basket at a bus stop’?
Read moreThe Fallout of Faith
They were my parents, doomed to drunkenness, cheating, and poverty. Neither attended school beyond eighth grade but they were never absent long from the bars where my mother drank away her bitterness and hatred for an absent mother and displayed her inspiration on the dance floor.
This is not the gene pool to fish for Sunday school teachers and pillars of the church community. Unless you’re Jesus.
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