Daughters

My parents never had sons which may be where the problem first started. Growing up as third in a line of three daughters, I occasionally scrutinized my parents to determine if I was a disappointment. Surely they’d wanted a Yoder son, someone to protect the homestead and spring clean the chimney. Carry on the proud German name we suspected was once Amish. These days, Mom lives alone in our childhood home in West Virginia, her offspring spread across multiple states,...