Bringing Up Baby

Bringing Up Baby

When Songbird came along, Crusader didn’t suddenly start wearing suits and cooking his own breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Nope. He kept doing his baby thing, becoming what my Grandma Vi used to call my “knee baby,” basically moving from my arms to my lap so I could...
Spotting God

Spotting God

Maven’s gymnastics coach taught her about the power of spotting. By training her eyes on a specific point as she rotated, she’d maintain her balance. Great advice. Lately, I’ve been taking my eyes off my focal point. When I see all these messages and images about A...
Bound by Grace

Bound by Grace

I don’t know the story behind this tree. All I know is that it has grown with these links embedded in it. Would it have been taller, fuller, stronger without it? Did the chain start out as a helpful boundary that will ultimately kill it? Did some long-ago little...
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....
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...
Getting the Proper Perspective

Getting the Proper Perspective

I have worked on the perfect post to capture my topsy-turvy, upside-down life. It covered our move, the start of school, the redesign of my web site, and the hurricane. It’s a thrill-a-minute ride—both my post and my life—like trying to sleep on a bucking bronco. I...

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