Category Archives: writing

A Love Story

 I fell in love with my eldest the way you fall in love with anything God makes just for you.  I could not drink him in fast enough.  My eyes did not see the same J as the rest of the world.  Instead, I saw a tiny miracle in human form looking up at me…

The Dragon: A memoir of trial by fire

Willingham Hall, Mercer University The third floor of the Baptist church-turned-classroom building in Macon, Georgia burned like the inside of a kiln, only hotter. The dragon had insulated it with hardcover books— totems to its intellect. Hot wasn’t sufficient for it. It required an inferno. I climbed each creaking wooden stair, listening to them whine under…

The Waiting: Honest Conversations Planning a Move!

Being an artist means showing up, doing the work, and waiting.  The artist isn’t always, or even usually, aware of on what or whom she waits.  If the artist is a writer she shows up to the blank page every day and writes— hoping to tell the truth.  Some days the truth pours from her…

Girl, Resurrected

Once upon a time in a far away land there was a young girl who possessed bright blue eyes and an amazing talent. When she first discovered her talent, it was quite by accident. Her family was not wealthy. They weren’t poor, mind you, but the girl’s toys were modest by today’s standards. She didn’t…

Anne Lamott: Me Too, Anne, Me Too

You know, how when you’re in the presence of a truly “awake” person, someone who really gets life, you feel very calm and safe? Its as if your heart slows down just a little and your hands warm. That’s what I felt like last night when I went to hear Anne Lamott talk about her…

A Love Story: Happy Birthday Honest Conversations

I do it in the gaps—the spaces in my life. Sometimes I wake up before dawn, brew coffee, and sit quietly in my pajamas working at the dining room table before the boys stir. Other times I work in short bursts, a paragraph between client phone calls, a thought fleshed out while waiting on my…

On Writing and the Garden of Eden

Be gladder than you normally are that you don’t live in my head. The Insane-O-Meter, the device by which I track my personal level of sanity, is trending toward “really frickin’ crazy” these days. The only level worse than “really frickin’ crazy” is “in a straight jacket and hubby get’s all the money.” Because I…