Sometimes I get there by way of profound beauty and sometimes by broken heart. Sometimes in imagination and sometimes in real life. In some ways it’s a bit like Brigadoon, rising from the mist, magical and mysterious, not to be found unless you’re in the right place at the right time. Then suddenly you’re in […]
I don’t make new year’s resolutions, but I do tend to get thoughtful this time of year. That zero becoming a one — such a seemingly small change — carries a lot of significance. I can’t ignore the slow-motion ticking of the giant clock. One year farther from the starting gate. One year closer to
A word for the new year Read More »
Did you ever sit down in the quiet solitude of your most private room and write a letter to Santa, pouring out your heart, and telling him that, if you could only have one gift for Christmas, it wouldn’t be a pony or winning the lottery or even world peace, but it would be to
Just what you always wanted Read More »
First, a note of thanks. In recent months a chorus of voices has been singing truth to my soul, and many who stop by this blog are a part of that choir. Poets. Photographers. Farmers’ wives. Humorists. Philosophers. Simple country folk. Friends I’ve met. Friends I sincerely hope I’ll have the privilege of meeting some
So Very Many Simple Things Read More »
Today I posted at The Master’s Artist about photographic strategies that can help writers approach the page with fresh eyes. If you love photography, writing, or both, come on over and join the conversation!
Art informing art: photography and writing edition Read More »
Someday, some lucky literary agent is going to discover this guy, and when that happens, the clouds will part, the sun will splash through, and a color-drenched world will remember why it believes in magic. With Michael Snyder on a deadline-driven hiatus from The Master’s Artist, I’ve been filling some of his Thursday slots with
The heart of gold at the end of the rainbow Read More »
That title only applies if you’ve missed me. And even if you have, I’m behind on my cootie shots, so ix-nay on the issing-kay. Once in a while kindergarten songs and phrases commandeer my brain. I tell them they’re not the boss of me, but they just stick out their tongues and say, “I know
Now you gotta kiss me Read More »
I got rhythm. I got music. I got a dress rehearsal tonight and performances Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I really, truly do love choreography projects with these high school choir students. The whole process energizes me–from listening to the music, creating the moves, breaking them down step by step with the performers, perfecting and tweaking,
Swing dancing, pop culture, a linky trail, and a bride (oh my) Read More »
I’m not sure why I’m going to share this with you. Maybe you can tell me. I wrote this poem two summers ago while driving west to east across my home state. It was early morning, and a rainstorm painted the distant horizon. My only passenger, weary with the weight of nine months in Africa,
Because sometimes poetry rises Read More »
Lisa Samson has been publishing novels for the Christian market for . . . a long time. I would be more specific, but my extensive research (her website and amazon) failed to produce a tidy time line. I know she started with historicals, moved on to contemporary women’s fiction (she won a Christy Award for
Twelve Days of Community. Day Four: Lisa Samson Read More »