Today is one of those mornings that I just want to go back to bed. I have a number of things I need to get done for the upcoming release of The Regal Pink, but I can’t seem to gather up the gumption to do them. I thought about posting today and wondered what in …
Life has been very challenging of late—lots of tears, pain, emotions, fears, prayers, rantings, and little or no answers. Because of dealing with all this, I have had no inspiration and energy for writing or author business, much less promoting my upcoming book, The Regal Pink. Today, in the wee hours of the morning, I …
For sometime, I’ve been thinking, I want to write a poem again, needed to write one. Poetry has always helped me truly express what is inside, more than anything else. So today I tapped this out on my iPad, and I can say I feel much relief over having gotten it out. Maybe you can …
“Drink and be satisfied.” Those were the words I heard during my prayer time this morning. Often throughout my life I have sought an image from the Lord that I can hold onto. That I can believe in and draw strength from. That is real. More real than my present circumstances and disability from MS. …
Autumn approaches and with it my favorite time of year. I loved going for a walk this time of year and looking at all the changing things along the path: the green ivy that had turned red, the fuzzy heads of milkweed, the distant hills dotted with color. The simple movement and motion of my …
I haven’t written in over a month, except for social posts and my blog. I took a much needed break, but the weird thing was that the longer the break stretched out, the more getting back in the writing saddle seemed too exhausting. This in a life where simply taking care of myself tires me …
I am half a century old. That fact is strange to me. Here’s to fifty years, to what we leave behind, and bravely trusting God for the future.
I have a confession to make. I have not been reading or writing much, lately. Not like I used to, every night for an hour or two. I have other things on my mind,
What will I do if I can’t create anymore? What will happen when I write “The End” in a novel for the last time? I don’t know. It sounds like death to me. Death to everything familiar, everything I enjoy or have enjoyed doing.
Here’s my thankful thoughts for this Thanksgiving, expressed in poem form… The Basics of Thanksgiving