Facing My Own Meanness
By Peggy Trotter I own the world’s meanest cat. Seriously. When I try to pet her, she bites me. Every time. When I hold her, she has a biting, scratching fit. And I have to admit, a few weeks ago I was ready to send her to the river with my shotgun-wielding husband...
A Mother’s Prayer
I have prayed for the future wife of my son since he was an infant. Today my son will marry the woman of his dreams, and I am thankful. I sat with the bride’s mother last night at the rehearsal dinner and learned that she too prayed for her daughter’s future husband....




