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 socks
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?” 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...
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...
My family was part of a larger second generation clan that settled in Michigan to work in the auto industry. Dad joined the line while Mom stayed home, cooking his favorite Italian meals. Two boys and two girls later, we moved into a nice suburban city adjoining the factories of Detroit. Heck, we even had a dog.
The Book of Ruth describes God’s provision for those who choose to follow Him. It is a story of the redemption of Naomi as God’s chosen faithful and of Ruth as a gentile accepted by faith. It is an analogy of God’s redemption offered to all people, which proclaims
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 indeed been moved
I know, Eve ate the apple. But before that unfortunate moment, she stood in the garden, God’s choice for Adam’s partner. More than any other creature, she was pleasing to him in every way. I wondered what she had that I didn’t. Then realized it was the other way around. Eve didn’t have a house to keep squeaky clean.
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
Celebrations can be a challenging time for distressed couples. All of the festivities during holidays or hubbub of family gatherings can make everything seem more intense. When things go well—life can feel magical. When things go poorly—life can feel miserable. The...
I met my husband Chuck in 1983, just before the holidays. On one of our first dates he wanted to share stories of Christmases past, present and future. A great idea, right? But as soon as he mentioned the word “past” I was out. With a broken family, lost loved ones and
“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, turn beet red and spurt teardrops at the drop of a dime. I rarely saw anyone cry as much
Many things about Mom irritated me. She was lazy, preoccupied with herself, had little ambition and seemed content to deny her trouble with alcohol. “Alcoholic” was a word I used to describe Mom at every possible moment. All my troubles seemed encased in that one word. The death of my sister when I was seven and the death of my father two years later
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...
For over 20 years I hoped for what I didn’t have, you could see it in my easy-to-tear eyes, my hands that quivered so much it was hard to hold a pencil, and finally, in my life choices that led me down a path strikingly similar to that of my mom’s. As a young Irish-Italian woman I did not wait patiently,
Even though these films include that “unhuman” ingredient that gives us chills and that shrinking feeling before an upcoming scene, I believe that each film speaks to the inner lives of men: Who are we, what motivates us and what will we do once we know? In Signs, the Hess family is relentlessly harassed by the worst type of alien – it strikes all of the
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