By Cestiny Crowther I wrote this poem last year in response to a conversation I had with someone who was feeling insecure in her relationship. She was struggling with wanting to hold on to modesty yet wanting to put effort into her looks to see if it would make things...
Fifty-five years. Double nickels. This event fifty-five years ago set me on the course to my destination, the Motherless Daughters Ministry. I was just jumping into the great unknown, because it never came into my mind that I would do this someday. Why would it? My biggest cheerleader and supporter...
by Mary Ellen Collins We have talked about your purpose, creating a firm foundation, telling your story, and choosing a location to meet. Now it is time to find others to join you. Where do you find them? First, you decide what type of mother loss your group will focus...
by Mary Ellen Collins Scroll down this link to find the poem. Read this poem first. Then identify what moves you. The Invitation by Oriah I am moved by the phrase, “If you have touched the center of your sorrow.” How many of us have? Like a searing coal, burning...
by Kristin Mitchener In reading Beverly Engel’s Healing Your Emotional Self, I have remembered so many specific events from my childhood that had been lost for years. These were interactions with my mother that really affected me then. I can feel and smell and see my frustration and anger and...
By Cestiny Crowther I chose to share this poem today as a reminder to anyone who may need to hear it. We all make choices that we are not proud of and we all make mistakes that cannot be fixed. No one is perfect and yet we are loved more...
by Mary Ellen Collins How does my inner critic show up in my life? She yells at me. She shows up when I have made a mistake, and I couldn’t get away with it if I tried. She always tells me what I have done wrong. She never calls me...
by Mary Ellen Collins Ponder the location where you will meet with your group. One of the first ideas people will present to me is to meet at a coffee shop. While this is a great place to socialize, it is public. It does not afford the privacy to share...
by Marisa Saenz What happens to you when life takes a turn for the worse? I, personally, get emotional. Most of the time, I have difficulty communicating effectively. Of course, who can? It’s times like these that most people are concentrated on surviving the hour or day. Sometimes just eating...
by Dottie Menkhaus Occasionally I will take a moment and stare at myself in a mirror and smile. It has nothing to do with vanity. Sometimes when I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I see my mother. As time marches on, I start to see the same...
