Articles by Regina Martin
Mothers and Prayer
It was 2:30 PM, Tuesday afternoon. “Señora!” a chorus of voices hollered from outside our property hedge. “Open the gate!” “Just wait,” I called back. “It’s not three o’clock yet.” Disgruntled murmurings sounded from the other side of the hedge. I turned to my wailing baby. Sinking into the rocker to feed her, I closed my eyes to relish each quiet moment before the coming…
Genuine Relationships
“I wish I could ask other sisters at church advice on things I face with my teenage girls. But I’m scared to open my heart to the sisters here anymore; it doesn’t feel safe…” Veronica’s voice trailed off wistfully. *************************************************************** Washing and cooking for a dozen relief workers was strenuous work for Edna. And now…