When You Hate Change

As a child, I did not like getting new shoes. As an adult woman, I no longer struggle with this issue. My closet is proof. But nevertheless, as a little girl I wanted no part of it. My mother tells that I had a…

Feb 21

Guest Towel Grace

When you were a kid, your mama probably had some. You know the ones. Those special towels that looked as if they had never been touched. Perhaps it was a fingertip towel or maybe a full-sized hand towel. But you knew to not dry…

Feb 5

Send An Ambulance

I knew the minute I heard his voice something was wrong. It was too late for him to be out for lunch and too early for him to be heading home. “Hey…,” my husband said pausing to take a breath. I could hear the…

Jan 22

When God’s Silence is a Gift

I haven’t been writing. For months on end, I’ve gone without crafting my words. Let’s be honest with each other. I have been discouraged. For more than ten years, I’ve written and shared my words. My agent has sent out two of my three…

Jan 15

Why Do I Write?

“Carol’s writing is delightful. Unfortunately…” Another rejection. If you are or aspire to be a professional writer you must acquire a thick outer covering. Or perhaps just a slick one where unsavory words slip right down your back and onto the ground behind you.…

Jul 30