Stuck in traffic, we were behind a van with a sticker that states: What Would Jesus Do? (WWJD) A blaring ambulance had to get through so...
I cried oceans reading this book by Karen Kingsbury. My heart breaks when a child suffers from and gets caught in circumstances not of his doing...
After an exceptionally busy and productive week, we usually want to reward ourselves for a job well done. When I was still in the workplace, after...
Why do we cling to our loved ones—playing blind to their suffering? Do we really want a long life spent in bed, with every faculty and...
Growing big and growing old seem to go hand-in-hand. I can say this with authority as I continue to traverse the road toward numerical maturity. I...
Of all days, my computer died on me on Christmas day. It’s the worst thing that can happen to a writer whose lifework is in it—and...
The nippy wind of past Christmases is missing. As I did my early morning walk, I felt the warm air, making me sweat profusely. It’s certainly...
Whenever I go out of town with family, I keep wishing I had a better camera than my five-year-old-point-and-shoot Kodak. It has never captured the beauty...
My friend, Letty, once said I am a slogger. Not to my face, of course. She told another friend—behind my back. After all, slogging is not...
The eternal challenge (and joy) in writing for children is painting with words. Authors like kids to actually see and feel the excitement, the characters and...
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