While I don’t like to bother you with more than one post a week, I wanted to share this beautiful response to my post “Friendship on the Fourth.” You can…
It seemed like all my friends were getting married and I was always a bridesmaid. I was on my way to graduate school. A family friend, Dorothy Harro gave me…
I’m lonely. I’m a fool for admitting it because it will scare you off. Who wants to be friends with someone who is lonely? You figure there’s a reason she’s…
Sometimes a week goes so far awry — your routine is disrupted, your work doesn’t get worked — that you feel helpless as a hog on ice, struggling to get…
Every morning I walk the dogs down to the corner of our road and look at the electric wires on one side and the long phone wire looped in the…
Sometime around President Trump’s inauguration my heart started rippling in my chest. My sleep was haunted by the kind of nightmares that feel like cattle prods to my feet and that…
How I Trashed Frank Schaeffer in my Novel as an American Hitler and Why He’s Promoting It: Guest BLOG by the Former Schaeffer Family Crossway Books Publicist Here’s what Frank…
Friday, August 8, 2014 I swear this super moon pulled on anybody with water wrapped in their flesh and it didn’t even need to be full. People wrote on Facebook how they couldn’t…