What I Remember

I’m sure the water was cold, but I don’t remember that. I remember soft snowflakes on my face as my grandfather prayed. I remember the sound of “Amazing Grace” coming from the small congregation on the pond bank. I remember the heavy quilt they...

Why I Bought Candy for Halloween

For some of us, Halloween brings up wonderful memories filled with family, friends, community, candy, and fun. Others feel the night came straight from the devil and cannot be redeemed. I’m not trying to start a fight, nor join one. I am merely saying any night...

How do You Measure Success?

  Ask any mother of a newborn and she will tell you success is getting a shower more than once a week. Ask one of the female astronauts scheduled for a spacewalk at the International Space Station this month and we might get a different answer. (Not dropping the...

Dear Ten-Year-Old-Me

“Dear Ten-Year-Old-me, You are writing books!!” I recently read that our futures are often decided when we are ten-years-old. Our interests, skills, and dreams at age ten often materialize into career choices and life decisions. This seems about right. At...

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...

Why We Can Sleep at Night

In the first Men in Black movie, Agent Kay says, “There’s always an Arquillian Battle Cruiser, or a Korillian Death Ray, or an intergalactic plague that is about to wipe out all life on this miserable planet. The only way these people can get on with their...