My Nametag Said, “Writer”

Read part one here. Thanks to Breathe Writer’s Conference for publishing this story–my story about discovering I was a writer. Are you a writer? Check your nametag. You might be surprised. 🙂 To learn more about writing, why not come to the Breathe...

I Didn’t Know I Was a Writer

Thanks to Breathe Writer’s Conference for publishing this story–my story about discovering I was a writer! Are you wondering if you might be a writer, too? Why not look into coming to Breathe with me on October 7-8, where I will lead a lunch forum, titled,...

I’m Due on June 15!!!

It’s true! I’m expecting…. …. my first BOOK! (Sorry, no baby… But books are exciting, too, right?) I’m very, VERY excited to announce that, just last night I signed a contract with Thomas Nelson for my first book, titled Control...

Welcoming Two New Writers!!

Dear Tiny Paragraph Reader,Can I talk to you a sec? I just wanted to say thanks. You–a reader with access to the world wide web– obviously have a lot of other reading options. I’m happy to have you visit anytime, but if you’re someone who stops by...

A Lesson From a Little Girl in a Store

Yesterday, I had my arms loaded up with good deals, and was headed up to the check out when a hanger slipped off one of the shirts I was carrying. Before I could bend down to get it, a little girl–probably about four years old–skipped over to that spot and...

A Story behind my Story in P31 Magazine…

If you are a subscriber to P31 Woman Magazine–a publication of P31 Ministries, check out my June 2012 article, on p.6, entitled “Beauty Hinges on Hope”. (Or click here to order your copy.)It’s a great story about how God waited until I was done...

What’s in Your Lunch?

“I think you should share your peanut butter & jelly,” I told her. (I didn’t really say ‘peanut butter & jelly’–but for the sake of this post, we’ll call it that.)”But I don’t want to share my peanut butter...

Who Wants the Yellow Ball Next?

When I was a summer camp counselor, our director kept  this yellow playground ball in the room where the counselors met–it was a therapy ball of sorts. You could call for the Yellow Ball when you had a story to share or just wanted to rant for a while....

Breathe-ing a Word of Respect

Today, I ate lunch with the most accomplished writer I’ve ever personally met. In the past thirty years, she’s written twenty-five books and over a thousand magazine articles. (Can you accomplish that and still squeeze in the traditional practices of...

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