I don't feel like writing, some days. ┬áDon't feel like making supper, or cleaning out the refrigerator and identifying the source of that smell. ┬áDon't feel like doing much of anything, truth be told, but snugging up under the covers and reading about somebody else... somebody who does something besides pull up the covers. So... Continue Reading →

Stacking the odds.

"Best part?" he asks every night at supper. And the kids shout out, especially the happy ones, "Playing with Legos and building a Star Wars/Lord of the Rings/Velociraptor!" "Eating doughnuts for breakfast!" "Being here with you, Dad." That one makes a regular appearance, equal parts delightful and deliberate. But some days the kids are grouchy,... Continue Reading →

Tell it like it is.

They say pastors need soft hearts and thick skin. Don't we all? So you write a book, you put it out there, ay yay yay! Here come the critics. And you can stick your fingers in your ears and sing it out, "I can't hear you..." or you can take a deep breath, listen attentively,... Continue Reading →

Anne Lamott on writing…

"This is our goal as writers, I think; to help others have this sense of--please forgive me--wonder, of seeing things anew, things that can catch us off guard, that break in on our small, bordered worlds. When this happens, everything feels more spacious. Try walking around with a child who's going, "Wow, wow! Look at... Continue Reading →

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