Why I Write
It was our third science teacher of the year. We sat in the corner room with the door-size window that […]
It was our third science teacher of the year. We sat in the corner room with the door-size window that […]
As the Facebook ads started pouring in, I decided to do a little investigating, and I thought Mrs. Heller’s creative site was a good place to start.
It sure didn’t feel like God was listening, that He had good plans, or that my prayers were doing anything other than getting caught in that space between the Earth-bound ceiling and the golden floor of Heaven.
The instant I made writing-focused social media accounts and posted the word “blog,” my Facebook and Instagram feeds have been inundated with personality quizzes, entrepreneurial advice, and get-rich-quick promises.
Since I’ve revamped my blog and hope to see several new faces visiting in the near future, I thought it would be fun to fill out one of those cheesy getting to know you questionnaires we filled out as kids on the first day of school.
We seek to be people who speak truth within our communities, within the media, and within our own hearts.
It has been about a year since I really wrote anything. I quit calling myself a writer about a month
My first memory is riding in the backseat of our Pathfinder while my dad drove. He was wearing his purple
Sunday night at small group, the leader asked us to share a memory of our mothers. The question had pestered
Find part 1 here. * As the bird continued to flit around the silent garage door motor, my mom and I