Letter From the Editor

Letter From the Editor

Have you ever said to yourself, I thought we’d have more time? If you’ve ever unexpectedly lost someone you loved, you’ve probably thought that. You thought they’d be there longer. You thought you could have one more conversation. Share one more cup of coffee. Laugh...
Time Out from the Practice of Hurry

Time Out from the Practice of Hurry

“Do you always read to your kids like that?” she queried. My friend was referring to my rendition of a Dr. Seuss classic delivered at tongue-twister speed from a rocking chair in the church nursery: “Would you like them in a house? Would you like them with a mouse?...
Can Time Heal All Wounds?

Can Time Heal All Wounds?

The soft chimes on my phone alarm sounded on the nightstand next to me. I opened my eyes long enough to find the phone, slide the alarm to snooze, and set it back down. For one blissful second, life felt good and normal. But just as quickly, the bleak reality of my...
Time, Foreignness, and the Immigrant Journey

Time, Foreignness, and the Immigrant Journey

A few weeks ago, I submitted a devotion to the editor of an anthology. In my submission, I recalled feeling out of place in the U.S. when I first emigrated to the U.S. from India. I shared how the visceral experience of being a foreigner helped me understand my...
Wasting Time

Wasting Time

Moms tend to be preoccupied with time. Or more precisely, with time management. The moms in the MOPS group I coordinate ask for a time management speaker every semester, worried by the way the days seem to stretch out forever yet also mysteriously elapse while they’re...
The Investment of Time

The Investment of Time

My older cousin visited us on our recent trip to India. She was thrilled to see our family and wanted to do something nice for us. She tried to take us shopping and buy us some new clothes. Since we were in town for a short break and didn’t need new clothes, I...
Dunes, Desert, and the Sands of Time

Dunes, Desert, and the Sands of Time

We live on a sand dune high above Lake Michigan. Over time, the landscape changes entirely, eroded and caressed by calm and storm alike. Mostly rugged, sometimes docile, its environment is never static, always blowing, moving, and changing in westerly gales that send...
Time Waits for No Man

Time Waits for No Man

I don’t remember where I first heard this quote from Geoffrey Chaucer, “Time waits for no man,” but I do know it resonates more today than whenever I first heard it. The original quote states that not only does time not wait for anyone, but it also claims, “Time and...
The Biggest Hindrance to Creativity Isn’t Time

The Biggest Hindrance to Creativity Isn’t Time

Not long ago, I surveyed my subscribers to my newsletter about creativity. I asked, “What roadblocks keep you from doing the creative things you enjoy?” It wasn’t even a contest. Forty percent of those surveyed said “time.” Which is understandable: there are limited...
Letter From the Editor

Letter From the Editor

I remember the day I received the email from the Redbud Writers Guild telling me my application for membership had been approved. That was exactly 6 years ago. I had been encouraged to apply by my friend Judy, who believed in me more than I believed in me. Judy is...
Jump into the Deep End

Jump into the Deep End

After joining the Redbud Writers Guild a few years ago, I was like the girl who finally received an invitation to the popular, pretty girl’s birthday party—excited and thrilled to be included but wondering if I truly belonged.  So, I stayed on the periphery, observing...
An Affirmation of Calling

An Affirmation of Calling

I sat thousands of miles away from my family. I hadn’t written in months. Even when I found time to attempt to type my thoughts, the white screen mocked me. It wasn’t that I had lost the desire to write, but the demands of my job, two young kids, husband, neighbors,...
My Retreat Resound

My Retreat Resound

I want to say something really brief. It’s really intimidating. I’m not married, I don’t have kids, I do have a job!—But all these ladies in our guild—128 of them in fact, they’re married, have kids, have jobs, are published, and doing all this stuff—as a Mom, and a...

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