Leave Up the Tree, Paint Some Eggs, or Carve a Pumpkin. It’s your joy!

It’s the season after Epiphany. We finally toted our Christmas tree down to the basement yesterday. It’s almost February and, I suppose, “past” time to put the Christmas trappings away but we were enjoying it and honestly didn’t have time and had even less energy for it before now.Before Christmas we observed an annual tradition…

Phe is available for presale! (Updated List)

After four years of (very slow) work, I finally published Phe and the Work of Death! It is a novella about a death presence who is a companion for souls from the moment of death to the moment they pass to whatever is next. For now, I have hard copies and it’s available for purchase…

Phe: Chapter 1

Hello, friends. I haven’t been posting as regularly but it doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. This summer has kept me busy writing for a church I supplied for and other things. Over the past 2-3 years I’ve been writing a story and have decided to share some with you. It is a novella called…

Leaving Alone to Heal

I love orchids but have never had much luck with them. Most of them have died under my care and certainly never produced another bloom. I read about them and it made me anxious about caring for them. Some advise a strict watering regiment and others say no water but ice cubes, please! Then there…

Epiphany

A little something different today. My writing mentor, Katerina Whitley, gave our group a wonderful prompt and a poem flowed out. I highly recommend everything she does to you, but most especially her memoir Myth and Memory: My Childhood in WWII Greece. Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/Myth-Memory-Childhood-WWII-Greece/dp/0578762919/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3PPX368B3ASBW&dchild=1&keywords=myth+and+memory+katerina+whitley&qid=1608584932&sprefix=myth+and+memory%2Caps%2C186&sr=8-1 Now for the result to the prompt… I am…

Hank Aaron and Changing the World

As I sat down to write today’s reflection, my news blotter informed me of the death of Hank Aaron. I’m a Georgia girl. When the Braves were terrible and I played little league, I sold chicken-q tickets to be able to go to the Braves stadium to play catch on the field before a game….

Nursing a Hatred Hangover

I know it’s been more than a minute since I posted anything. I haven’t even been writing other than newsletter articles and sermons…which I don’t actually write but which camp out in my head for a week to be brewed then poured out and forgotten, not a drop ever landing on a piece of paper….

Love Said

Love said she’d spare us the pain if she could.She would cover us in a protective blanket to keep out the pain and loss, all the suffering the world will bring.She would use her body to shield us if she could, to stop the boulders from rolling over us, to stop the torrential rains from…

Ready to Drink from the Cup

In the gospel of Matthew when the mother of the sons of Zebedee asks that Jesus “declare that these two sons of mine will sit, one at your right hand and one at your left, in your kingdom.” (Matthew 20:21) Jesus asks the sons, “Can you drink the cup that I am about to drink?”…

Sourdough and Sweet Sunday Morning Prayers

This Sunday morning began as many have since the start of our COVID life: me in the kitchen, greeted by the sweet and yeasty smell of bread dough left out to rise overnight; bread dough that now begs to be punched down and formed into new shapes for a second rising. I pull out my…