Many years before the Breaking Bonds Series, I had two completed manuscripts which only family had seen. I met a man with a published book and told him how wonderful that would be—it was my dream. He sort of shrugged and said, “Yeah, but then one day you walk by the bargain bin and see continue reading…
Category: Irony
Irony and poetic justice
What choice gives you
I used to make myself finish a book before I started a new one. Somewhere during the last year or two, I picked up a second book and before a hot minute, it quickly spiraled. My currently-reading shelf is almost competing with my to-be-read shelf and I feel like I need to rein it in. continue reading…
Subjectively Speaking
I have a memory of standing next to my grandmother in church and hearing her sing. She didn’t have an especially pleasant voice, but I found comfort in the sound. (To this day, I am more apt to sing out loud in corporate worship if someone nearby is singing imperfect and loud.) There are several continue reading…
Killing me softly*
We had a water filter installed yesterday. During my year in Prague, we had to buy all of our water. So, I know better than to take drinkable water for granted. But, apparently I still did it. It just took several weeks of drinking chorine-flavored water and consuming our emergency water bottles to realize how continue reading…
Leaving Stuff Behind You
It gets easier to let go after the first motion of turning away. continue reading…