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Single Parenting
"Better than Apple Pie" by Kari West Twelve years ago, with dreams of apple pie, I carved a hole in the hard clay of my country garden. I pounded a stake and tied a one-gallon tree to it with a strip of insulated wire. Over time, the tree continued to grow over and around the restrictive wire.
"What Harm can a Little Lie Do?" by Kari West Many years ago, I caught my 12-year-old daughter in a lie. While Melanie’s specific falsehood seemed unremarkable, I will never forget her excuse: Daddy lies and gets away with it, so why can’t I?”
"Making Time to Connect with God" By: Kari West For me, the battle begins each morning. The moment I open my eyes, sling my feet off the bed and into the day, something or someone clamors for my time and attention. Sometimes it's not until day's end that I notice my unopened Bible on top of the bed and realize that I didn't set aside a quiet time to be with God.
"Christmas Crisis" by: Kari West As I sorted through the mail two weeks before Christmas, I found myself with a stack of season's greetings in one hand and a divorce summons in the other. That moment slashed through 22 years of family holiday memories: snuggling in front of the fire listening to carols, reminiscing over photos of a growing daughter, finding the perfect tree, gathering around a steaming chili pot before the Christmas Eve church service. Click here to read more.
Going it Alone By: Kari West
It's the middle of the night, and Martha Osofsky has just stuffed chicken for tomorrow night's dinner and is scrubbing the kitchen floor. There aren't enough moments to go around. Besides teaching school, she single-parents Matt and Sarah. She has to work and make things work. She is not alone.
‘Tis the Season for Turmoil By: Kari West My husband slammed his fists onto the kitchen counter. “You know, this is all your fault,” he said. “I hate my life.” Stumbling backward out of reach, I asked, “How can you say that? What more do you want?” “I don’t know,” Ed said, “but not you.”
When The Only Language I Have Is My Tears. by Kari West The day I moved into single-parenting I was weighted with more than cardboard boxes. Whose pain do I deal with first? I wondered. I thought back to three months earlier, only fourteen days before Christmas, when I had sorted the mail after work—a stack of seasons’ greetings in one hand, a divorce summons in the other. With tears coursing down my cheeks, I had told my 12-year-old daughter, “Melanie, this was never my dream for you.” Click here to read more. |
Kari West - Kari is a freelance writer and is a contributing writer for the Women's Web Site. She has work published in Decision, Moody Magazine, Single-Parent Family, Pentecostal Evangel, Plain Truth, Lookout, Light and Life, Virtue, DevoZine, Evangel and many more. |
