Reckoning Myself a Writer

Reckon: to regard or think of as.That is how Mr .Webster defines the word, and it is a good description of what I went through over the weekend. I attended a writer’s conference at a little lake retreat that was actually billed as a Mentoring Conference. That...

Our Easter Tradition

One of my favorite traditions involves otherwise sensible grown-ups clawing through the tall grass of my father’s sheep pasture looking for little plastic ovals filled with chocolate eggs and marshmallow chickens. We’ve followed this particular tradition...

Choosing Well

I ignored the treadmill this morning. Of course, I regret that decision now because I’m sitting at my desk all sluggish and Mondayish, and I know fifteen minutes at 3.0 miles per hour would have changed my whole perspective. It is pretty shameful to admit that...

I’m Not Eighteen Anymore

This week marks the anniversary of one of my favorite days in all of history after the Resurrection: the day Felicity was born. I won’t tell you how old she is, but I will tell you I’ve come to an amazing realization: Our daughters are not girls anymore. I...

Facing Fear

Today I faced two of my greatest fears: rain and bridges. Not that I’m technically afraid of either. I love listening to rain when I’m safely tucked inside my little house, and bridges can be lovely in pictures. But I hate driving in rain or over bridges....