It used to be that Easter meant hats and new dresses, cherry blossoms in the city, bunnies. Then I learned Who made Easter, Whose resurrection
My husband the engineer became my husband the writer again today with his radio email sent from the Caribbean. Our boat is en route home,
The nice folk from Wisconsin just sent me a lovely badge to place on my blog, but, being technically challenged, I can’t seem to make
My favorite comments from the latest contest judges concerned my writing voice — hugely encouraging. But they got me thinking about voice and how we
Last night I received word that one of my stories is a finalist now in another contest (that’s two finals, one semi-final for the same
Life sometimes presses in on us, full of the mundane that must be accomplished before we’re free to roam where we wish. I have so
I’ve been storing up memories instead of writing. My mama and I journeyed to Panama to meet up with my husband and Sea Venture for
A friend whose blog I follow wrote recently that readers should come dig her out with a backhoe if she failed to post for a
Fifteen people commented yesterday, which meant we had fifteen different regimens for writing. I noted that several mentioned writing from the comfort of a recliner.
Do you accomplish your best work in the midst of chaos, or must you have peace? Can you write only when bothered by nothing, or