As a young college student at the local state university, it was a treat to work in the business office where I got to give professors their… Read more “Review of Dead Sea Rising by Jerry B. Jenkins”
The house is dark. A shadow moving near the door alerts Ariadne. An intruder? Yes. He’s wearing a mask. Only he’s on his way out, and he… Read more “Review of Thief of Corinth by Tessa Afshar”
It was the first day of seventh grade. New lockers. Lockers period. A long mysterious hallway full of, gulp, teenagers. You’d think it made an impression.
If you’ve ever wanted to write, enjoy this Writers Chat interview I got to host with my dear friend Jolina Petersheim, who inspired me to go after my own writing dream!
The Sound of Rain by Sarah Loudin Thomas is a unique story. Set in the 50s and backdropped by the muck of an Appalachian coal mine contrasted… Read more “Review of The Sound of Rain”
I woke up feeling worse than blah. Defeated, like a wannabe who’ll never make it.
Then I discovered my external hard drive, which had rescued my business when my computer started to crash, was in the death throes itself. Waves of discouragement rolled over me as it hit me that my book was on there…and my graphic design stuff…and all those pictures since the twins were born. All John’s baby pictures. So much work. Gone. Years of it.
I searched for the expected syrupy fluff you’d expect of story set in the age of hoop skirts and Queen Victoria.
Instead I got women shedding their hoops to sneak into a filthy factory. Or hiking their skirts up to [gasp] their ankles to climb aboard a camel and trek across the Sinai.
These are my kinda girls!
What am I holding onto for dear life, certain that this one thing is going to get me wherever it is I’m going? Is it my writing? My art? My marriage? My parenthood? My home? My friends? My dorky humor?
I have a feeling whatever it is has the potential to become the very thing I’m afraid of.
In the hand of a master storyteller like Dr. Bob Petterson, this heartbreaker’s heartbreaking story can teach us a lesson about how we need never die alone and unloved, thanks to the One who died alone in our stead two thousand years ago, was buried, and according to Scripture rose again three days later to give us life and love.