Life is sweet. It’s rich and layered and bright. Little blessings hang like ripe fruit within our grasp, and every day, every day is a miracle. But sometimes we get distracted… It snowed this weekend. The first snow of the year for our little corner of creation, and as the day went on and the inches continued to pile up

Oh, friends. What a weekend. But I don’t have to tell you that. Are you reeling from Beirut and Japan and Paris? From disasters natural and manmade? The world seems harsh and scary sometimes, cold and unforgiving and dark. I don’t understand. I’m not sure anyone can. And we haven’t even touched on catastrophes closer to home. Ugly words, broken hearts,

Wife. Mother. Author. Friend. Teacher. Optimist. Artist. To a lesser extent… Chef. Organizer. Gardener. Runner. Risk taker. Philanthropist. And just a little less… Activist. Adventure-seeker. Traveler. Have you caught on yet? These are just a few of my labels, the hats that I wear. (Or that I think I wear. Maybe I should have let my husband or my friends write these

Did I catch your attention with that title? A (small) part of me hopes so and the other (huge) part feels all squirmy and weird. Emotions aside, I can say that it’s a very honest heading because hands down the hardest part of writing for me is promotion. I love dreaming up new stories, getting to know characters, putting pen to paper,

Sometimes I feel responsible for all the things in all the world. All the things that move me. That break my heart. That make my palms go sweaty and that keep me up at night. Syria and violence in school and hunger and rape and children who don’t have a mom and a dad or place to lay their head. I’m a

Some people have a WORD. I’m not sure if they chose it or if they completed an online quiz and were assigned one, but (the way I understand it) this word is something they’re focusing on for a time. A concept or life goal they want to meditate on for a month, a year. Maybe more. I don’t know. I’ve never had

I once had someone tell me: “You live such a charmed life.” I don’t remember the context of the conversation or why she rolled her eyes when she said it, but the comment has stuck with me for years. I’ve been indignant (As if! I work my tail off, thank you very much.), dismissive (She has no idea what she’s talking

Art can be learned. I’ve taken photography classes and can snap some cute pics of my kids. Piano lessons have ensured I can hack my way through Canon in D. And though I’ve written eight books now (with several more in the form of notes and scribbles and daydreams), I still read books on craft and story development, on ways

I’m late to the Game of Thrones party. Honestly? I watched the first episode years ago and was rather traumatized. (I don’t do gore.) But I love fantasy and I knew that I would love the storyline… And in the end I just had to know what happened to Daenerys Targaryen. (I’m kind of obsessed with her.) Anyway, I’m a