Three Billboards outside Ebbing, Missouri is an award-winning movie. It won numerous awards including Best Actress for Frances McDormand and Best Supporting Actor for Sam Rockwell. I'm a little slow to this party since I just watched it last night. I watch movies as my son, screenwriter/movie aficionado, purchases them. The film is about Mildred … Continue reading Grace, Love and Three Billboards
My first roommate at St. Davids Christian Writers' Conference was named Princessa. I assured my young daughter as she helped me move into my room that nothing could go wrong when I was going to share room 313 (her birthday is March 13) with a princess. My words were meant to assure her that Mom … Continue reading Not Alone Anymore
I have been taught that when creating characters it is important to remember that no one is either all evil or all good. There is tension within every hero and villain that pulls them between good and bad. As an optimist or realist, I believe that every year holds the same. Even in the darkest … Continue reading 2017 – A year ( the good, the bad and the ugly)
2017 wiped me out. As I sit here on the first day of 2018, I feel worn out. Partly from the after effects of wonderful day with all three of my kids and their significant others yesterday. My "mama" heart was happy with all of her chicks in the nest for a few hours. It … Continue reading Strength for the New Year
In peace, I will both lie down and sleep, for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety Psalm 4:8 (ESV) Sleep is a glorious thing and even more so at this stage in my life because it seems to be something I no longer can take for granted. Often, I wake up … Continue reading Sleep, Glorious Sleep
"I lift my eyes up to the hills. From where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth." Psalm 121:1,2 ESV It was almost like magic. They would come without call or even need. When I was single, if I lifted the hood of my car … Continue reading Where does my help come from?
The urgent call of the salt air surprised me this year. It calls me back to the place I spent a good portion of every summer on the Pacific Coast. Mom would take us to our property on the coast when the temperatures inland climbed high. We would weather the heat in the cool coastal … Continue reading A Longing Place