What it Means to Be a “Special Needs Mother”

By: Kendra Fletcher on Thursday September 22, 2016

Seizures look worse than they are, but because of Joe's history and the irregularity of this one, we decided to drive him 90 minutes to the children's hospital where he has been cared for each time. The visit there was rather uneventful; his lab results came back normal, but the decision was made...

I Want to Hear How Much He Loves Me

By: Kendra Fletcher on Thursday August 4, 2016

I was slipping my 20-year-old frame piece by piece into a billowy white Laura Ashley gown, purchased to be worn this day, lovely damask silk with a princess neckline and tiny white ballet shoes just peeking their dainty toes out below. The man I fell deeply in love with would meet me there, at the...

The Problem With “It’s All About Jesus”

By: Kendra Fletcher on Thursday July 7, 2016

There were incremental glimmers of hope, but that night I couldn’t see them. Each evening as the arrival of fresh staff signaled the 7 p.m. shift change, I would walk across the parking lot at Children’s Hospital alone to the motorhome my in-laws had lent to me, and every morning at 7 a.m. I...

Looking for a Joyful Family? There’s Only One Way to Find It

By: Kendra Fletcher on Thursday June 9, 2016

One afternoon I remember calling their home, and Donna could barely speak as she answered the phone. “Hello” was interrupted by uncontrollable laughing, and I could hear a cacophony of joyful laughter in the background. “I’m sorry”, she giggled. “The girls and I are just cracking up...