I almost titled this post “The Tail of A Trashcan Salamander.” See what silly punniness I (almost) stopped myself from indulging in ;). One unusually quiet fall morning, I sipped my coffee, cherishing the few minutes of quiet between my husband leaving for work and my hungry-bird kiddos waking to demand to be fed the … More The Tale of A Trashcan Salamander: Don’t Let Your Circumstances Define You
Back Cover Blurb: Alexis Blake has one chance to land her own show on the Home Project Network and nothing, not an uncooperative client, a job site without indoor plumbing, or a challenging videographer, is going to stand in her way. Elsie, at seventy-plus, is far from the ideal client, but she knows exactly what … More Fiction Friday: Book Review for Restoring Christmas and GIVEAWAY
Don’t laugh, but before we left for Hawaii, I scrounged around for the movie Pearl Harbor, circa 2001. I know, its not exactly an accurate representation of historical facts, but that’s not why I watched it. I have a deep love for fiction. Fiction matters, it draws us in. Yes, the romantic drama took more … More 75 Years of Weeping
Maybe I wander around a little too much in the philosophical on this one. Well, if nothing else, scroll down and watch the Braveheart clip <3. Classic. … More Oh, Woman With A Rebellious Spirit
Photo from: https://www.buzzfeed.com/briangalindo/15-wonderful-quotes-about-life-from-childrens-books I can remember the first time I highlighted three pages of manuscript, and then held a shaky finger over the delete button.
A storm is brewing outside my window. Everything is draped in murky gray. The energy and anticipation in the wind makes the tree limbs waltz just before the clouds open. On Rain After the Drought Singing drops pound out their rhythm upon every thirsty surface
As I was sitting in prayer time during church service this weekend, this is the story that played in my mind. It is inspired in part by a poem I wrote many years ago. (Which I won’t share because it is terrible 😉 ) Sometimes the hardest fight is the war against yourself. Once upon … More Shattered Defenses
Since Ellie was the inspiration for Tuesday’s post, I was interested to know what my oldest son would say when I asked him what I should write about. It was a far cry from what I’d expected.
I’ve been feeling a little dried up in the inspiration department over the past few days. After trying out a few posts, none really felt right for the day. My three-year-old daughter, Ellie, was prancing around my desk this afternoon when I turned to her and said, “Ellie-girl, tell me. What should I write today?”
I was reading through some old journal entries this morning. I’m a nostalgic little soul. I ran across an entry that brought joy to my heart, and I wanted to pass this on in hopes that it would encourage you as well. Once upon a time, a long time ago, I walked the beach early … More You’re Not A Half
A real-life Charlotte’s Web-esque story. I hate spiders. Loathe them. (Detest, despise, revile, abhor, eschew….you get the picture) Why? Too many eyes and too many legs. The way they move. The way they bind their prey and suck their insides out…yuck. The ones that pounce on their victims, even worse.
First of all, I want to say thank you to everyone who stops in to read every week. A special thanks to those who share my posts! A writer writes whether anyone reads or not, but it sure makes it a lot more fun when people do. Next, I wanted to give you all a … More Friends, I Need Your Help
Watch the video above first even if you’ve already seen it, and then check out my thoughts below: I am going to do my best to articulate what I felt when I watched this video. Her description of the event pulled me into the moment. I could feel the panic and distress, and her and … More Covered or A House Divided?
On mornings like these, I find myself longing to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head to hide ostrich-style from clanging noise called HATE. So many days I can ignore it like radio static in the background. But other days, like today, it roars making sure I know its power.
I’ve been working on a fiction piece for….for a long time. Maybe longer than I care to admit.