I sit eye to eye with two well respected agents. And I think, “Why do I write? What is it that keeps me tapping keys? Caught in this wave, of ever increasing thoughts and ideas?” In realizing. I tell them. Next to my family…“There are only three things that I am truly passionate about. Writing. […]
The grass was uncut. Again. And there is just something about scraggly lawns that trigger something inside me to go ballistic. We have fought over uncut grass for years. In counseling. A few years into marriage. “Sell your house. Move into a condo. That way grass won’t be an issue.” Was their instruction. But, our hearts […]
We sit around the table, early morning devotions. Each of us share, “Our Story”. Saints, in matching shirts surround me. Most of them Chinese. And as I share, blonde blue eyed one grips me. Not because she looks any different, but because her eyes look hungry for more…. In this stretch out place. A world away. […]
They say, “It was like a serpent.” The way that tornado, twisted and turned through Moore that day. They say, “One was standing. Another, gone missing.” And there is no rhyme, no reason to it all. I watch. Children clinging to, their parents. On this fixed screen before me. And yet, how many more are missing? Such […]
I sit, front and center. At a writing conference. Frantically typing in my name. The night before. Being “different”. A writer. Something I have wrestled with. Not in flesh and blood. But, in Spirit. As the speaker bridges this division. “Do not despise being an elbow. All of us, as writers, are elbows.” I look down. […]
You never know, when a stranger will upside-down, flip your day around. From something dreadful….to something beautiful. Me and small one. Walk serenely. Into Children’s Hospital. So humbly. This commonplace. Where it is usual to see hairless ones, head-wrapped children being pushed by their parents, in wheelchairs. Yes, this is not the place for the fainthearted, the faithless, […]