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When your life is an allegory for something else. What's your something else? A Ghostwriter's Life

Whatever you do for a living, it's better if it is an allegory for something deeper than what you do. If, in doing it, you are reminded of a life that goes far beyond a chore or a career. A job tha.

Measuring the Wind or How do I know it's the Holy Spirit and not just something I ate?

I know windmills are not relegated to Texas alone. But because of my background, a windmill will always be a symbol of my home state. A BRIDGE UNBROKEN (Christian romantic suspense)

Ten Blogging Helps for the Serious Writer

Ten Blogging Helps for the Serious Writer

I have this window in my day that is necessary to my well-being. Somewhere between 2:30 in the afternoon and 5:00, for at least twenty minutes, sometimes more, I drink one cup of coffee and I stop....

I have this window in my day that is necessary to my well-being. Somewhere between in the afternoon and for at least twenty minutes, sometimes more, I drink one cup of coffee and I stop.

Today on the blog... Remembering Techwood Homes. Annie's Song

If you’ve lived in Atlanta longer than twenty years, you may remember Techwood Homes. I remember it as a Camelot, both tragic and mythic, where certain dreams of mine came true. Before the 1996 Oly.

"Be Famous for Christ" A worthy goal?

(Only) Three Reasons Why "Be Famous For Christ" is a Terrible Ad Campaign

When God Waits

About the time my husband graduated from seminary, there was this über spiritual fad going around. Don’t send resumés to find a job; just wait on the Lord. Thankfully, Bill is not so suggestible.

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The other day Bill said to me, "I don't relate to the Psalms.” I sputtered, “we’ve been married however many years [I can’t count when I’m upset] and you’re just now telling me this?

How do you make a difference in the world? Near and Loud

I remember about seven years ago when I heard that sex trafficking was rampant right here in Atlanta, and I couldn’t breathe. And I remember wondering what, if anything, I could do about it.

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Why I read through the Bible: To remmeber the way home.

The Day I Met My Younger Self...

If my friend Regina Williams weren't so gracious and didn't love me like I know she does, I'd be intimidated by her. She's one of those women who has spent years refining her God-given talents into.

Black Friday: Beating Swords Into Plowshares

Black Friday: Beating Swords Into Plowshares

To the Girl Who Weeps Over a Bad Week

Not long ago I ran into a neighbor at the mailboxes of the apartment building we lived in at the time, a CPA who was not what you’d call emotional, and there she was crying.

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