Sounds of Silence

Like most writers, I daydream about a writing retreat where I can create for hours, undisturbed by the mundane cares of daily life. I often think  could complete a true masterpiece if I only had the time. And the silence. And the space. Wrong. I spent all day Friday...

Not Your Grandma’s Christmas Candy

I have this great memory of handmade Christmas candy so exquisite it had to be stored in special containers in the guest bedroom of my grandmother’s house. (The room wasn’t heated, so the candy kept well.) Fondant pecan logs, date loaf, divinity that...

The Meaning of the Word

I am embarrassed to admit this. All my life, I’ve gotten the story of the prodigal son wrong.¬† And do you know why? Because I didn’t know the actual meaning of one little word. One adjective. The Prodigal Son is famous in Christian history for pulling a...

A House That is a Home

We are preparing to break ground for a new church building. This week, our ushers handed every adult a survey to fill out so we can help choose whether we have carpet or hardwood, traditional columns or contemporary sculptures, and a whole host of things in between....

I’m Better When I Write

I like my day job. I love my church, my family, and my friends. I have an exceptionally wonderful life. But, I’m better when I write. For the last few years, I’ve focused twenty-minutes most days on some writing project or other. That has produced a couple...

Overlooking All the J’s

Last week I heard from one of the editors who helped form me as a writer. It has been more than twenty years since I submitted my first article to him, and we stay in touch. The magazine he worked for no longer exists, but the lessons he taught me remain. One lesson...