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I hadn’t left the house in three days. My kids morphed into independence overnight and what I was cooking for dinner became the highlight of my week. When writing turned into a meaningless task, I knew I was in trouble. In Julia Cameron’s words I had “overfished (my)...
My parents moved from the Detroit area to buy four small rustic cabins on a lake in northern lower Michigan and later built a six-room motel. Our little house's screened-in porch (that I painted chartreuse when my folks were away) served as the office. I can still see...
Every year for Christmas, she'd give us roughly the same thing. My sister and I would sneer and groan at the oversize art books on "how to draw faces" like the ones you'd see in a Michelangelo painting. One time, my giant book came tucked inside a black portfolio--the...
I decided to start blogging after sitting through a frustrating board meeting. After hours of listening to the founding member of a new ministry share ideas that seemed incomprehensibly irrelevant, it ignited a fire inside me. I realized that if a leader doesn’t care...
The air breathes cool through the open window, wafts past the “clean...
One day I’m going to write a book, my adult son Casey tells me. It’s going to...
I wake with a headache and a stiff neck. I shiver in the breeze of the...
“I’m a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love...
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