I have been editing and rewriting my third book this past week. I came across a scene I’d written, and the significance struck me. A young man has to walk into a hospital morgue to identify family members. I hate this scene. However, to write a book on redemption,...
The female heart is a fragile yet resilient thing. On the one hand, it can endure unbearable pain, but it isn’t left unmarked by a mean word or flippant comment. We women thrive off of sweet gestures, kind words, or knowing people are thinking of us....
I listened to a talk by a respected man in the marketing industry who said at the turn of the 19th century, they structured schools to teach kids to follow directions because eventually, kids would be factory workers who need to follow directions. While thinking on...
As much as we say it’s not, life is made up of the little things. Several years back, my sister caught wind that New Year’s Eve was difficult for me. Maybe I wrote a blog about it, or I told her directly — I can’t remember. However, what I do remember is...
The thunder roared outside and frightened my little frame. I looked up to read my dad’s expression. I think he was enjoying the lightning show that God was putting on display. I leaned back into him, comforted by his encompassing and compassionate hold on me,...
