Roy Cantwell was never seen at a church. Roy carried a wound inflicted by one sentence spoken by a minister when he was 7 years old. Roy Cantwell became my dad. Roy wasn’t the only Cantwell who hated the church….
Why I eat an orange every Christmas
Things were not merry and bright for Edison Cantwell and his five children during the 1932 Christmas season. Christmas was not a welcome time for the Cantwells. Even so, the Christmas of 1932 was going to be a memorable one….
The power of story
I was raised on stories. I don’t remember a time when stories were not present in my world. Stories were a foundation for my heart long before I knew what that meant and that has followed me all my life….
How I met my mother: Learning to say goodbye before you’ve said hello
Roy and Delyte Cantwell of Independence, Mo., both at the age of 32, in early 1956 began the arduous process of adopting a child since they were not able to have a child in the usual way. On Feb. 28,…