College visits come, a prerequisite to growing up, while garden tea parties fade as seasons extinguish alongside summer camps, baby ballet slippers, reading logs, and AP tests. The future is wide open on I-35 north. Open handed sky, arching this Texas highway with a ribboned morning of March mist, unveiling sun glinting streams upon cattle…
For the people building of Church of the Resurrection, Wheaton, Illinois, who wrote their names and verses of hope on the concrete floor of the old Alcoa building before it was converted into a glorious worship space. Faceless Saints In black steel and cold concrete God’s people begin with words. Written. Sung. Prayed. Spoken. Marked…
It was a perfect June night to launch a novel. Full guest list – check. Plenty of books – check. Fancy pen – check Flowers, music, opera cakes and BUZZZZ. After months of planning, my baby was ready to be delivered into the hands of her new parents and they were waiting at the…
I’m three years and counting into the development of my first novel. Today I found myself laughing out loud at the sheer insanity of time invested with little promise of a future, short of Jeremiah 29:11. Everyone in America is writing a novel and very few are getting published the traditional way. My living room…