The Creek Bank of Life
Last Sunday, I took my middle daughter, almost four, to the creek near our house to look for arrowheads and fossils. We always make our girls wear water shoes in the creek, so they don’t cut their feet on the
The Snail Shell of the Soul
I heard a thunk and returned to the kitchen. My two eldest daughters stood at the patio door and stared down at a female cardinal outside on its back. Its large, orange beak opened and closed as snow flurries clung
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
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
The Alliance $1.99 E-Book Sale!
Hey, friends! Hope you're having a good week! I'm just popping in to let you know that my award-winning novel, The Alliance, prequel to The Divide, is now only $1.99 across ALL e-book platforms! To celebrate, I am offering an organic tea
God’s Eye Is on the Sparrow…and on the Pups
My hubby and I are on puppy duty, since my in-laws are doing missionary work in India. One of their cocker spaniel females, Emma, was scheduled to give birth this week, so we started watching her for any signs of
God’s Perspective on Pain
After I received the email, I walked outside in the pulsing dark. I went halfway down the driveway and lay on the asphalt. I could feel the warmth, from the day’s relentless sun, radiating against my back. The night sky
Finding the Magic Wherever You Are
My best friend Misty’s idyllic farmstead, next to the Red River, flooded a few weeks ago. I called her home, and the line beeped as if her phone was off the hook. I tried her cell phone and left a
The Maker & The Clay
On Tuesday, my friend, Marissa, birthed her stillborn son. Afterward, when I received her text, I furiously swept the floor with my eyes burning and jaw tight. I wanted to cry. I even went out to the chicken coop to