Why yes, I AM still alive. Thanks for asking. I’ve been in a burrow of sorts, writing a book proposal, writing query letters, and making sure my manuscript is as close to perfect as it can be. Also, I’ve been managing the plethora of snow...
Nearly a year ago I posted on Facebook that I was sending a proposal to an agent. The following week, I received what felt like a curt rejection and promptly retreated into my shell to lick my wounds. I am . . . I think...
“I had a dream you were pregnant again.” A slow smile spread over my lips at my sister’s words. Her expression change from nonchalance to surprise. “You are!?” It was so early, I wasn’t planning to tell anyone yet. But now, everyone at the party knew. I remember...
Why haven’t I written a blog post for two whole months? In case you were worried, nothing is wrong at all. Life is beautiful and I’m blessed in so many ways. While I was writing this post, I kept having these little doubts in the...
In June, we took the road trip of a lifetime from Ventura, California to our home near Scranton, Pennsylvania. To read about the beginning of our journey, see this post. Now, here's the rest of the story. Glacier National Park We left Seattle and drove east. Finally,...
In the course of my life, I don't think I've ever had a month quite like June 2018. After spending half a year living in Southern California, we sent most of our stuff home on a moving truck, packed up our Yukon with the essentials,...
I remember the moment clearly. I was leaving Wegman’s—the best grocery store in America. I had seen at least three people I knew while I was shopping. It hit me all of a sudden, and I said it to the third person as we chatted. “I’m...
I like things neat and clean. This is no surprise to anyone who knows me in real life. The About page on my website describes me as a “recovering perfectionist,” among other things. Some of you might wonder what this actually means. Tidiness is just...
I grew up in a church that did not observe liturgical practices or follow the church calendar for the most part. However, my own family always observed Advent, and my mother found a Good Friday service to take us to every year even though our...
I hung suspended over the snowy canyon, the familiar butterflies creating a whirlwind inside me. “God has not given me a spirit of fear,” I whispered to myself. I’ve done it thousands of times, and it only bothers me when something is different about it—or maybe just...
