How do you pray? For me, it’s eyes closed, whether I’m in bed, alone in a chapel, in a small faith group, or in
Killing Them Softly… or Not So Softly
As a devotions writer, I look for crumbs of insight into God’s glory and the promise of the Resurrection to share with readers. As a fiction writer, I kill people. No, I’m not a mystery or action-adventure writer. Some call what I do “edgy Christian fiction”; others, contemporary women’s fiction with an edge. Not that… Continue reading Killing Them Softly… or Not So Softly
Wasted on the Way
We were going to be Woodward and Bernstein. I started college in the fall of 1974, weeks after Richard Nixon resigned. My dream was to work at The New York Times and to have a summer place on Cape Cod. Not that I’d ever
Familiar, Yet Not
I received a gift last Friday. While I was taking photos of the home where my family moved in 1964 when I was eight and where my mother lived until her death, I was invitedĀ