A few years ago, I started a speech off like this: Today I want to talk to you about my mom, Amy Rodgers Venter, and how her death affected me. Oh, I’m not talking about the pain, the agony, the … Continue reading →
All I want for Mother’s Day is a pregnant guppy No kitty, no hippo, no cockatoo, nor puppy No perfect yellow rose, nor reconstructed nose, No silver spoon from which to sup, No gold-etched china saucer and cup, No trinkets … Continue reading →
AMY RODGERS VENTER (The following selection is from a post to Facebook, 2013) A few years ago, I started a speech off like this: Today I want to talk to you about my mom, Amy Rodgers Venter, and how her … Continue reading →
Was your Mother’s Day painful? Scenario: At church about ten-twelve years ago. Preacher: “Let all the mothers stand up.” I stood. “If you’re here with your mother, stand up please,” he continued. A very common routine for the day that … Continue reading →
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