First and Forever Friends

A First-and-Forever Friend is a rare human in this big world. Almost like a unicorn. And, I have one. I grew up in farm country and went to a small school. My graduating class had twenty-eight students, and most of us had been together since first grade. I’m...

Coffee on Cleaveland Street

I promised my new neighbors they would not become characters in my next book. I didn’t promise not to talk about them on my blog. My husband, Wendell, and I have moved to a new town – a tiny town with around 500 people. This fits us nicely, but it does...

Sometimes, We Stop

My editorial calendar had a blog post scheduled for today. But, I couldn’t do it. A dear friend has gone home to Glory this week. Reward for him, sorrow for us. And, I could not bring myself to write about anything else. (I know my last blog post was a memorial....

When Kindness came to Rascal Flats

    I wasn’t expecting a fairy godmother that afternoon. So I almost ignored the knock at my front door. I hadn’t wished on a star, rubbed a magic lamp, or even whispered a desperate prayer. I’d simply left work early and collapsed on our sofa. The knock...

The Balloon that Never Burst

    Approximately fifty-four years ago, I evidently began my career with the grammar police. I don’t actually remember that moment in Mrs. Epperson’s first grade classroom when Judy Coleen’s balloon exploded. Judy, however, remembers...