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Choose Wisely, Grasshopper

As part of a Bible study on discipleship, our pastor assigned the book The Trouble with Jesus by Joseph M. Stowell, author, past president of the Moody Bible Institute and the current Teaching Pastor at Harvest Bible Chapel. He begins his book by reflecting on the...

The Plot’s the Thing

  There are many things I love about writing books. Plotting is not one of them. The Divine Meddler began with a question born out of my near brush with jury duty for a capital murder case. What if, instead of capital punishment or a life sentence in prison,  a...

Adult Child, not Parent

Several years ago, I wrote this article, which was published in Hope for Women Magazine, about how devastating it is for someone to lose control over their lives. It is as true today as it was then. I learned then that you cannot, and should not try, to parent your...

Facts and Fallacies about Protein

         OR?     I am of a certain age where I can tell you that never have I seen so many long- held beliefs challenged on every level. I grew up on meat, potatoes, and vegetable dinners, eggs for breakfast and cold cut sandwiches for lunch. My mother’s...

My Novel’s Breech Birth

    What do you imagine when you hear the word “writer?” An artist with her head in the clouds? A man cackling away while he writes about the Cracken taking down a Martian fleet of aliens? Or just a person who likes to share information, stories, ideas, or...

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

    OR?     So what’s the scoop on Vitamin E? I want to share some eye-opening information I discovered about this vitamin from my Food Revolution Network feed. It’s one of the fat soluble vitamins (vitamins A,D, E, and K), which means the body...

Hidden Boat

Years ago, I came upon a quirky piece of art. At first glance, it looked like a picture made up of thousands of shards of colored pieces. Colorful, but where was the artistry? (Clearly, I’m not a fan of modern art. I like an apple to look like an apple.) The more I...

Family Problem Solving

When I was growing up as an only child, I envied my friends with siblings. “You have built-in playmates,” I would say. Quite a few of them looked at me as if I were crazy. Later, as a caregiver for both my parents, I again envied that sibling relationship. How nice it...