Humans of Tennessee
Three years ago, almost to the day, I purchased two tickets to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, but my husband ended up needing brain surgery instead. I remember being on the phone for hours, trying to get our tickets reimbursed, like
“I Hated Orange Beach”
Yesterday, my eldest daughter said she hated Orange Beach. I only remembered laughing while zooming down the slide, sitting in the hot-tub to warm up after my daughters and I swam in one of the resort’s chilly pools, or peering into
Guest Post + GIVEAWAY by New York Times Bestselling Author Julie Cantrell!
My path first crossed Julie Cantrell's in February 2012. Our mutual friend, River Jordan, sent her my debut, The Outcast. Being the incredibly kind individual she is, Julie took time to read a stranger's story and sent me a wonderful
My Five Year Plan
Last week, the Southern Festival of Books was held in Nashville, which I forgot to sign up for because the deadline fell shortly after my daughter’s birth. This week, I also received an invitation to visit with some author friends
Unshakeable Faith
I was thirty weeks pregnant with my youngest when my husband came home with my sister-in-law in tow and said she would watch our daughters. I had just settled in for my afternoon writing session and, being routine-oriented to a
Dancing in the Mine Fields
I sat on the porch step with the phone to my ear and stared out at the yard. I didn’t say anything for a moment, because I wasn’t sure how to respond. For weeks, we’d hoped that stereotactic radiosurgery (SRS) could
Enjoy Them While They’re Young
On Saturday, my husband and I left our house a mess and took the girls to the fall festival in town. The cool breeze stripped a few leaves off the trees and sent them scuttling down the sidewalk as we
The Beginning, Again
On Tuesday, at the coffee shop, I noticed a young mom and dad sitting across from each other. The mom scarfed down a sandwich while glancing at the car seat on the table as if the newborn could escape. I loved
The Story’s in the Growth
This week, I went for my daily walk and saw my husband had pulled a chair over to our creek. It moved me to picture my better half, of almost nine years, sitting there and being still. With my three-month-old
He’s in the Waiting
In June, my husband was due for a scan, but not feeling any urgency, we pushed it off until mid-July. He had an MRI done here in town, and the scans were snail-mailed to his neurosurgeon at Mayo Clinic. Then