1000 gifts · faith · family · just write life · writing

That Time Looking Back Was Worth the Glance

I’ve always had a smidge of sympathy for Lot’s wife. I know, I know. If God tells you to go,  you go and don’t wonder at what you’re leaving behind. That’s a whole lot easier said than done. Besides, I don’t think the point of the story is “never look behind you.” I think the… Continue reading That Time Looking Back Was Worth the Glance

1000 gifts · reflections · writing

One Scary Sunday Afternoon … and One Good Gift

I certainly didn’t wake up a week ago, thinking, What if I die today? I drank coffee with my writer-soul sisters and talked about a new book idea with my editor and mentor. I listened for all God might be telling me during this time away from my family. I heard him calling me to… Continue reading One Scary Sunday Afternoon … and One Good Gift

marriage · writing

What Romance Really Isn’t

We went to bed at eight o’clock Sunday night. Not for any reason other than I’d already been in bed all day battling flu-like symptoms no doubt shared with me by my flu-ridden preschooler. We’ve been married fifteen years this summer and while the romance is plenty alive, there’s also many a time we go… Continue reading What Romance Really Isn’t

just write life · writing

What the National Championship Can Teach Us About the Inauguration

Originally published in The Elberton Star and The Northeast Georgian, January 13, 2016. In a flurry of text messages, my book club girlfriends reminded me why we get along so well. Half of them didn’t realize the National Championship was happening Monday night either. In face, I was pretty pleased with myself for already knowing… Continue reading What the National Championship Can Teach Us About the Inauguration

amelia · clinically isolated syndrome · writing

Beyond Snow Days, Chronic Illness, and All the What-ifs

I get accused of not playing with my kids very often. So at the risk of breaking my almost-37-year old neck, I played this weekend. By the end of Sunday afternoon they’d reduced the neighbor’s hill to ice and turned their cheeks the color of summer vine-ripened tomatoes. Ah, summer. Come on back now. As… Continue reading Beyond Snow Days, Chronic Illness, and All the What-ifs