This post appears today on Seriously Write. To interact there, click HERE. When I attended my first writers’ conference, I learned that authors who wanted to publish were expected to have a blog. That trend had begun years earlier with …
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The predator usually kills with no warning. First, it seeks to find the weak or unprotected points of entry. Then it attacks. The victim is often dead before it comprehends what just happened. I watch a lot of National Geographic. …
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To read or engage with this post on SeriouslyWrite, click HERE. How do we balance the needs of our writing careers, our families, and our call to serve Christ in the church and in the wider community? All are part …
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Days will come when everyone will let you down. We are far too complex for it to be any other way. We are created in the image of God, immortal souls, and our needs can only be fully met by …
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An issue is pressing on my heart. Since you last heard from me some events have occurred that make me realize just how brief life is and that you cannot take anything for granted. You never know. Within my larger …
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Writing fiction transports me into another time and place. When I write, my mind is fully engaged in an imaginary world, experiencing the trauma and the joy of my people while I weave their actions and words into a story. …
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Grief is not a tame emotion. It emerges at odd times, and there is often no rhyme or reason. What I thought was resolved, was not. Such is grief. I didn’t want to be the sick mom, and I didn’t …
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At 2:00 a.m., I wake in pain. Terror compresses my chest. The shadow of death feels near. Chronic illness does this. Something is wrong at the cellular level, and my subconscious knows this. Peering at my iPhone, I distract myself, …
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I wake at 3:15 a.m. and stare into the darkness for four hours. It’s one of those days. I haven’t yet written about my autoimmune disease in the new year, but it’s still with me. That’s the nature of chronic …
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This past year, I scraped the bottom of my physical illness. But then, by the grace of God and the boldness of my doctors, my body began to inch away from the black hole. My rheumatologists started me on a …
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