Good Monday morning, all you early bird coffee and tea drinkers. Did you read a cozy mystery over the weekend? Want to hear a confession? I’ve discovered a young adult writer and am devouring her books, one after the other. It was a long, long time ago that I was a young adult, so […]
Jun 5, 2019
Talking to Someone Who Isn’t There
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I saw a cartoon on Facebook something to the effect of authors talking to the characters in their books. Of course we do! I just hope nobody hears me sitting at my computer holding a conversation with an invisible person who speaks with a voice that is inaudible to everyone but me. Me: Ned, I don’t believe […]
Mar 21, 2019
Confessions Served with Coffee
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They used to be on shelves in groceries stores: True Story, True Romance, etc., etc. I don’t see them there any more. Are confession magazines (we called them Confessions) now a thing of the past, folded for lack of readership? When I was a pre-teen and a young teenager, those magazines were taboo. My mother would […]
Mar 20, 2019
Thank God for the Morning
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I thank God for the morning, for the freshness of rain-washed air, for new light as it clears away the shadows of the night. I thank God for the promise of another day that comes with the rising sun, as surely and certainly as it has since the beginning of time. I thank God for […]
Feb 6, 2019
But, With All the Getting, Get Insight
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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about sight. Not foresight or hindsight or second sight, but another of the sight family–insight. This may be the most important sight of all, because it’s next door to wisdom. We can have all the sights available and all the knowledge possible, but if insight is missing, the […]
Feb 4, 2019
Keep the Cold From Creeping In
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February is just one of those months! It’s winter. It’s cold. Trees are bare. Grass looks like it has forgotten the word green. Of course, there are some bright spots–Presidents’ Day and Valentine’s Day and the dear old groundhog who’d probably still be sleeping if he weren’t pulled from his warm burrow to face […]
