An Inside-Out Approach to Beauty

An Inside-Out Approach to Beauty

I look in the mirror and still see the face of a gawking 10 year-old who could challenge the children’s book heroine, Pippi Longstocking, as the homeliest girl in grade school. I even dressed like her for our class Halloween party that year, complete with oversized...
Between the Lines

Between the Lines

There’s more to you than meets the eye. If I were to interview you today, we’d start out with basic questions and basic answers. Questions I’m comfortable asking and answers you’re comfortable giving. But it couldn’t stay that way, not for very long. As an author, I...
What Do You Want?

What Do You Want?

“What do you want?” The thought stuck in my mind and it wouldn’t go away. There I was, packing my bag for a quick trip to visit my cousins, Janet and Judy, who lived in Arizona. A short hour flight from Denver and I’d be there. A girly getaway with shared McCann...
Heirloom in a Shoebox

Heirloom in a Shoebox

It wasn’t a family heirloom like you might expect: A cache of precious jewels or an antique family portrait. It was an old battered shoebox. But you take what you can get. It was a miracle the battered box of photographs still existed. I don’t even remember when they...
Campsite Six – Sample Chapter

Campsite Six – Sample Chapter

Campsite Six – Black Bear Chapter 12 Dark, dusty clouds puffed up behind the crackling, curving tires as the park ranger drove slowly along the gravel road. It was 6:00 p.m., dusk, and he had to get his rounds in before sunset, then back to the station and...
Your affectionate uncle,  Screwtape

Your affectionate uncle, Screwtape

In my attempt to write letters as C.S. Lewis did in his collection of The Screwtape Letters, it was easier to imagine what I thought demons would say, than how I thought C.S. Lewis would write. My writings are just a brush stroke where Lewis wrote murals. But their...
What a Good Marriage Can Do

What a Good Marriage Can Do

When couples get married they are sometimes described as newlyweds wearing rose-colored glasses. They only expect the “better” part of being in a marriage relationship, leaving the “worse” part to others. The rosiness blurs the lines between what might bring conflict,...
An Interpretation of the Book of Ruth

An Interpretation of the Book of Ruth

Ruth, the Moabitess, was Mahlon’s widow, Naomi’s daughter-in-law, the wife of Boaz, mother of Obed, grandmother of Jesse, and great-grandmother of David. Ruth was described in scripture in these many roles, each one a step of deep calling and clear purpose. The Book...
Red Sky at Morning: Easter comes with a warning

Red Sky at Morning: Easter comes with a warning

There is a thread of alarm running through the Easter story. You can read it in the first verse of John Chapter 20. Mary stood outside the tomb, before the sun had lifted its head to turn the horizon red, and saw that the stone—a stone too heavy for anyone to move—had...
His Place Prepared

His Place Prepared

His Place PreparedHe swung the door wide openTo show me a place real fineCould you make a few changes, I askedThat is, if you don’t mindPlace a wingback chair, right over thereIn the corner by the stairsThat’s where she’d read her Bibleand say her morning...
Sex Was My Last Priority: boy was I wrong!

Sex Was My Last Priority: boy was I wrong!

When I was first married, I strived for sterility. I wanted a clean house with washed laundry—and as much ordered chaos as possible in a family busy with three boys. This sterility seeped into my sexual relationship with my husband. My motto was, “We can make love—if...
Simple – A Legacy

Simple – A Legacy

Simple stood on the stoop of his shop, wrist resting on the handle of a broom he often used, chin propped on top, watching people walk to or from wherever they were going or had gone. He welcomed the few nods and a seldom, “Simple,” given by those who knew him enough...
One to Light

One to Light

One to LightBlack as blue can beA dark cacophonyWhose very essence screamsits intent and hasteningA shrewd malevolence needsa place of mediocrityAnd found a spot in core and heartto rest its head and do its partAnd as its indentation layimpressing spirits not to...
Write a Good Book Review – whether you like it or not!

Write a Good Book Review – whether you like it or not!

You might think this a simple, quick task. Buy, read, review—done! However, many readers stop after they’ve read, leaving the author waiting for their coveted book review for this one fact: reviews can be hard to write—and most readers aren’t writers. Here are a few...
Jump, Act, Do this Christmas

Jump, Act, Do this Christmas

I am very happy you’ve joined me to read this post. But, I’m not always content, especially during the Christmas season. This is why I love God’s Words of Wisdom in Ecclesiastes. Ecclesiastes 8:1 (TLB) How wonderful to be wise, to understand things, to be...
When Men Cry

When Men Cry

“You look beautiful when you cry,” my mother said looking into my glistening brown eyes. I was no stranger to tears. I had experiences as a young girl that made crying come easy. Whenever I was hurt, afraid, even embarrassed, my face would contort against my will,...
Courage to Change

Courage to Change

Every time I see a crumpled or folded up piece of tissue I think of Mom. She tucked them into at least one pocket of every article of clothing she wore and in the cushions of the furniture she sat in. They irritated me! Wet and shredded in the washing machine,...
Bah! to Christmas Memories

Bah! to Christmas Memories

Chuck and I met on November 19, 1983 in Dearborn, Michigan—a suburb due west of Detroit. It was a blind date arranged by mutual friends and I was blind with excitement. Especially after meeting him.When he came to the door, dark curly hair met by a beard trimmed into...
We Yearn

We Yearn

As a kid, I came home from morning kindergarten to an empty house and spent the afternoon in search of my mom, even wandering across busy streets to scour neighborhood bars to find her. I was like the little bird in the 1960’s children’s book “Are you my...
Breathing Hope

Breathing Hope

Breathing HopeThere are a thousand peoplewalking far and nighWith noses pointed north so faryou wonder what’s so highPeople watch, and tell the tale”Their heads are in the clouds”Really they just hope to seeup above the shroudBreathing hope pulls you...