I’ve got a new pet peeve. The cyber-selfish. I’ve always felt a bit annoyed when people with whom you’re chatting speak only of themselves. You know the type – a conversation consists of you asking them one question after another about their recent exploits because it never occurs to them to ask you anything personal ...
A Title is Born
Sooo excited to finalize the title of my newest Barbour book this week. After bantering back and forth, my wonderful editor and I agreed on a doozy: Too Blessed to Stay Stressed. It’s the first book of a series for frazzled women and I’ve been amazed about the feedback I’ve received in the few days ...
Squashed
I was riding my bike out in the country today when something caught my eye in the road. It was a colorful little snake coiled in a patch of sunshine in the middle of my lane. Traffic was very light – almost nonexistant – on this tree-lined back road late on a Saturday afternoon, so ...
Feeling Your Pain
I was preparing to speak about the healing power of empathy last week when God brought the point home in a very moving object lesson. Our neighborhood ladies Bible Study had just gotten under way Friday when Lynn (name changed) appeared at the front door, visibly shaken and puffy-eyed. “Can you please pray for me?” ...
Who do voodoo?
I was super excited about a 2-book contract offer I received last week and in my enthusiasm, told a friend all about it. “Shhh,” she responded. “Don’t tell anyone about it yet. Not until it’s finished. Somebody might jinx it.” Excuse me? Now I could certainly understand if she meant not to tell anyone for ...
All I can be is who I am
Had an interesting interview today with a pastor who had received my name as a referral to fill in at the pulpit while he’s on vacation. Now I speak to a lot of groups – mostly at libraries, schools or women’s church luncheons. But you can bet I pretty much choked up a gizzard over ...
Creepy Crawly Memories
Reptiles. The word brings a shudder to some but they’ve actually always fascinated me.
I suppose growing up backdoor to a swamp in north Florida had something to do with that. I have very clear memories of gators in the pond (ducks and small dogs used to disappear back there) and snakes popping up in peculiar places quite often.
Interview with an Aligator
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Picture Perfect
There’s nothing quite like holding pictures of your loved ones in your grubby little hand. Call me old fashioned, but I just can’t get the same warm, fuzzy thrill out of looking at cold electronic photos. It’s too much like viewing someone else’s life, too far removed from that private place inside that croons, “Awwww” ...
True Love is Black Duct Tape
Last Friday I was in a huge rush to make it to our neighborhood Bible Study on time. I’d rushed home from my tennis match (which I lost, leaving me in a bit of a blue funk to start with) with no time to shower. I spashed on some fruity-smelling body wash over my sweaty ...