S is for the Sense I got at the grocery store on the first night that something had shifted in the way we all saw the stripped shelves. S is for last Sunday, when I stood in a church with nearly empty pews and led the psalm from the choir loft, just me and theContinue reading “This Quarantine Is Brought to You by the Letter S”
Happy New Year, reader-friends! It has been quite a while since I posted on this blog, but I had a busy year of writing in 2018: started some new projects, attended some fabulous conferences, won a couple of lovely awards, and completed a lot of editing and proofreading work. I’m glad to be back hereContinue reading “Adventure Time!”
Today is my 32nd birthday, or as I’ve been thinking of it, my “double-sweet-sixteen.” And that’s gotten me thinking about my first sweet sixteen: who I was (and wasn’t), what I knew (and didn’t), and what I would tell myself if I could go back to February 2002. With that as inspiration, I’d like toContinue reading “Sixteen Things to Tell My Sixteen-Year-Old Self”
Three Sundays ago, I had the pleasure of attending a writers’ retreat. One of the workshops there focused on the concept of “show, don’t tell,” one of the bedrock principles of effective writing. “Show, don’t tell” means that a writer should describe characters and actions in ways that draw readers into the moment. A writerContinue reading “The Importance of “Show, Don’t Tell””
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This is a chair. Just a chair. Its seat is made of straw. Straw is not a strong material. The first Little Pig built his house out of piled-up straw. He is presented as an example of recklessness and shortsightedness. For good reason—who would build a house with something so weak? Each piece of strawContinue reading “Just A Chair”