Gambling nauseates me. Literally. The idea of someone losing their life savings over a game causes so much pain that my stomach clenches . A hundred years ago I might have been a temperance union biddy in high button shoes pointing her accusatory umbrella at drunken...
Isaiah 61:3. Beauty for ashes. It’s not just a cliché. God never speaks in clichés. Cynical hearts may twist His pure words into a sneer of hypocrisy, but never think that God is the author of contempt. Isaiah 61:3 is a promise to rebuild what was broken. Creation is...
A few months ago, Mom handed me a fat file of papers that my late grandmother had collected. She suggested I might find items that would contribute to my book series World Without Sound. God bless Grandma! Our letters to her send me right back to childhood. Here is...
I am not a happy camper. As in: sleep in a tent. As in: cook over a fire. As in: dig a latrine. EWWWW!! Tents invite mosquitoes. Creepy crawly things join me as I try to sleep on a bed of rocks. How can I gauge the temperature of an iron skillet over an open flame? My...
“That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying, ‘As you wish,’ what he meant was, ‘I love you.’” So goes the narration early in the movie, The Princess Bride. It’s been almost thirty years since The Princess Bride was released. Like the little boy...
Nothing rings epic like the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. While I am not a fan who follows every bit of trivia regarding the movies or the books, particular scenes thrill me. One is the battle in the spider’s lair. Frodo the Hobbit lies helpless, wrapped in a cocoon of...
As I continue to learn how to manage an author website and place pertinent information on it for your interest, I want to thank you, my first year's subscribers, for your support. 2018 will bring you more excerpts from Sparkles from Silence and tidbits about growing...
I was Daddy's girl. I'm sure my sister would tell you she was Daddy's girl, too. Our father had the gift of making sure each child felt special. If you have been reading excerpts of Sparkles from Silence, you know that our father was a fighter pilot in the United...
Growing up in the Air Force, I endured a lot of long car rides. We drove to a new home every few months, eventually stretching that to every three years. We drove to visit family and old friends, hours and hours rolling past flat lands or hills or mountains. We always...
My mother sustained a nasty fall a while ago resulting in a deep gash that required fifteen sutures. In order for the arm to heal properly, the doctor sent her to a center for wound therapy. I never knew such places existed. They specialize in keeping wounds clean,...
A graffiti artist plans his “masterpiece” on the wall of a vacant building. He sprays a first stroke, a series of orange swirls. “You call that art?” taunts a rival gang member. The artist ignores him, the finished mural emblazoned in his mind. Glowing swirls are only...
As I watch opposing factions break into violence on the television news every night, I wonder, "What happened to Martin Luther King, Jr.'s dream?" Fifty-four years ago this month, he gave a speech, now hailed as a masterpiece of logic and passion. Fifty-four years...
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