Friendly Fire

Friendly Fire

I’ve had some friends call me out recently. “You change the subject when you don’t want to answer a question.” “You withdraw when you’re struggling.” And here I thought I was being smooth. Not so. There was a part of me that figured they couldn’t be bothered with all...
Flit, Flutter, or Fly

Flit, Flutter, or Fly

Fret much? I do. I’ve been more a hummingbird than a Robin since I signed my publishing contract, hovering over everything I must do and haven’t done, beating my wings frantically but not moving outside my figure-eight path: Little people. Edits. New synopsis. Hubby....
Blessed and Highly Favored

Blessed and Highly Favored

When it comes to TD, the little people act as my sword and shield, jumping in to deflect every request, complaint, and need. Notice I say “deflect,” not fulfill, address, or meet. “May I have some water?” No, you already had some and it’s almost 9. “Could you read to...
Abba’s Got a Brand-New Bed

Abba’s Got a Brand-New Bed

Baby Jesus found a new home this year. Since the proliferation of the little people we’ve drawn names for Godly Gifts on Thanksgiving. Each Pearson reaches into the basket while still sitting around the table, swallowing that last perfect bite of turkey, dressing,...
Gimme That Old Time Reunion

Gimme That Old Time Reunion

Eighteen months ago we decided to attend our twenty-fifth college reunion. All I needed to do was get published, lose my gray hair, shed forty pounds, get my PhD, cure my nearsightedness, change my whole wardrobe, memorize my college yearbook, and condense the last...

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