I’m busy sketching out the next book in my Seashell Saga series. I’ve been rapid-reading the other two books in the series to capture details so I remember just how old the characters were and just what their experiences have taught them. I don’t want to contradict myself because I had forgotten some details.
Words matter.
I was dismayed as we listened to news broadcasts last evening after the President had given his “Unity” speech. It was anything but unifying……
Yesterday was liberation day for us. Ev and I finally declared ourselves sick and tired of being sick and tired following our two-week bout with Covid. My verse for the day, the one I began chapter one with for the twenty-ninth book I’ve begun was from 2 Corinthians 9:10-11 which says: “He who supplies seed to the sower and bread…..
I’ve written several stories and articles about Covid. This one is true experience.
Ev and I tested positive on Wednesday morning this week. We’d both had nagging coughs and extreme fatigue, and felt far from well. After a frantic whole-house search for the government-issued tests, we did the test and discovered what we already knew: we were positive for COVID-19 after avoiding it for two years.
I called our family doctor who prescribed Paxlovid for both of us. Here’s where…..
As an author and wordsmith, i take the topic of words very seriously. Yesterday’s sermon, well-delivered by Jerry Klemm at Covenant Church, we visited Proverbs and the extensive time Solomon gave to the topic of words, their impact, their importance, and our spiritual authenticity in choosing to use words carefully.
At the end of the service we sang a hymn I hadn’t sung in years, but memorized as a child. I was thrilled to know I didn’t need prompting to…..
I’m rereading my latest book, published in January 2022 as I prepare to begin its sequel. The story, you’ll remember, is of fostering and adopting children, and I just read about halfway through the book about the mom, whose name is Cher, who is waiting for the school day to end. The house has been too quiet. She is distracted as she thinks about the last three weeks of summer, preparing for school to start, with five kids gathering supplies,…..
Sometimes it’s hard as a retiree to think about this being a time of harvest, but indeed it is. As I think about my years of teaching, beginning a new year with hopes and expectations, goals, reasons to achieve, I miss that “rush,” that little extra bit of enthusiasm that comes with the first week of school. But as a retiree, days seem regular, routine, predictable, and sometimes, well, a bit boring.
Then I read a verse like this: 2nd…..
It’s been ten years and I’m still nostalgic. Here is the first day of school, and I am not feeling the ecstasy of excitement at meeting new students, beginning a new school year, hopeful that the vibrancy of my teaching will make a difference in yet another 130 or so students entering my classroom. The first day is one of excitement, hope, anticipation, and yet a little bit of humble fear that maybe something is not ready, or perhaps things…..
During the last six weeks, I have taken a hiatus from life, as my life changed dramatically. I have come face to face with the fact that I cannot do everything, I cannot be everything to everyone, I cannot accomplish tasks that used to be easy, and I cannot be the capable one in the room. I have suffered a severe attitude adjustment.
My pre and post surgery words I’ve read say it’s all temporary. But my body and mind…..
I’m beginning research for a book idea tracing music and its use through scripture. Music plays a big part in my life. From beginning piano at three years old to try to strengthen my crossed eyes ans astigmatism to watching with pride as my children and grandchildren perform in orchestras, music has inspired, comforted, challenged, and amazed me in countless performances, venues, celebrations, and concerts. I have admired musicians from afar and many are friends. I have enjoyed performing in…..
I’ve been working at a frenetic pace today, trying to get things done before weeks of recovery from my hip surgery. At 7:00, before breakfast, I was pulling weeds. At 8:00 I was gathering things I will need for my hospital stay. At 9:00 I was checking the pantry. I finally stopped for breakfast. At 10:00, I’m getting ready for small group that meets at 1:00 by zoom. In between I have straightened up the house, dusted with my long-handled…..