“You don’t know what it’s like,” she said “you don’t have kids.” She had no idea how those words stung, or maybe she did. She had no idea how badly I wanted her biting words to be untrue, or how hard I was striving toward the dream of becoming a mother. I collected her cruel…
Take one step inside the Watson residence and you will see evidence of life in the midst of chaos. There are tiny socks hidden strategically in corners of my living room and dog hair tumbleweeds in the dark and forlorn corners of the entertainment center. Take a walk through the kitchen and your shoe might…
I am the daughter of a pastor. I grew up considering our church a second home. My siblings and I were ushered in the church doors just about every time they were open and even when they weren’t. I attended all the camps and conventions, I went to youth group and Sunday School. I graduated…