The Wonders of Winter – 1st Sunday Devotional

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Are those the magic fairy wands glistening on the trees or only winter icicles that I see? (Anonymous) Every day I  take a break from writing and go walking with my two dogs, Frankie and Marley. Dogs are very good motivators for keeping a person moving. They love walking. Well, Frankie loves it more than Marley, but that’s because Marley …

More about Jessamine in her Own Words

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Last week I wrote a little about my character, Jessamine, in my Shaker book, The Gifted.  I promised to share an interview I did “with” her when the book released. I enjoy doing character interviews. I need to do two of them for characters from my upcoming release, The Song of Sourwood Mountain. Maybe that’s why I thought of sharing this one. …

How Cold Is It?

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How Cold is it? The temperature outside took a nose dive this weekend with windchills at around zero and that is warm compared to what many others are feeling. I’ve been hearing wild numbers like the thermometer reading 17 below zero and windchills at 30 to 40 below.  Zero is plenty cold enough for me, but not too cold for …

Writing Past and Present

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January is speeding along. I’m struggling along, not nearly as quickly, trying to get going on my work in progress. The words are being extra stubborn until I’m wondering if I have a story or at least if I’ve come up with the right ideas. Sigh. I know the solution. After all, I’ve written dozens of books. Dozens of them. …

1st Sunday Devotional – Footprints We Leave Behind

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I’m sure nearly all of us can remember being the first outside after a snowfall when the ground was a smooth, beautiful landscape of untouched white. Freshly fallen snow seems to shout an invitation to get outside and see the transformed world. And then we tramp through the snow leaving boot tracks and maybe, if you’re like me and walk …