Tina Wagner Mattern

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

One day in the spring of 1958, a woman gazed silently at a black and white photograph. The picture was of a little girl kneeling in the snow, her arm around a black dog. “Her name is Tina,” said the man who had handed her the picture. “She’s 7 years old.  I love my daughter […]

AGAINST ALL ODDS ~ By Tina Wagner Mattern

In the years before I met my husband, my dating track record was abysmal, consisting mostly of men who thought I’d placed an ad in the personals: “Doormat seeking man to support. Only abusive, married, alcoholic, drug-addicted parolees need apply.” By the time Fred came along, I was a bitter twenty-six year old woman who […]

FLAWS IN THE SYSTEM

I’ve been giving this grandmother thing some thought and this is what I’ve decided: There are some serious flaws in the system. The first flaw seems rather obvious: in order to have grandchildren, you must first have children. This is just not right. It’s like saying you can’t have the fun of getting a puppy […]

Arlett’s Christmas Repairman

            I can tell you this much, there isn’t no one coulda been more shocked than me to have Jesus show up at their front door on Christmas Eve. I mean, it ain’t like I’ve ever been some church-goin kinda gal or anything. I always believed in God though, don’t get me […]

When A Tornado Touches Down

I have experienced many different kinds of loneliness in my life: At the age of seven I found myself alone on an airplane, traveling across the United States, to be adopted by strangers. The story ended happily, as one of the greatest blessings of my life, but I remember the loneliness of that time as […]

A Feather From Heaven

By Tina Wagner Mattern After I got the call from my sister in Florida that our mother was in intensive care, I was on a plane within the week. I knew she was very ill—double pneumonia, congestive heart failure and anemia due to internal bleeding somewhere—but Mom had battled most of these health issues before […]

Gotta Love Me

By Tina Wagner Mattern                     When our cat, Brodie, was born, his mother, Ginger, developed a breast infection, so he and his siblings had to be nurtured and hand-fed by their human grandmother, my good friend Ellen.  She tended them devotedly; hers was the first face the kittens saw in the morning and the […]