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The Point in Pointless Things
Sometimes we’re riding through life and something hits us. Something hard. Something that hurts. And all through the trial, we keep whispering to ourselves to trust, that God has a reason, that somehow…
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Book Signing!
So, I had a book signing. What a wonderful, delightful experience! Signing and selling books never loses its excitement! Thank you, thank you! A big hug to everyone who stopped by to show…
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Cover Reveal!
For the oddest of reasons, I’ve had the most difficult time feeling happy about my covers for Garden of the Midnights. Something was always off, always untrue to the nature of the story.…
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The Song of the Troubadour
How steep the red-stained cliffside, Oh, cursed is me! The French in me! ’Twould be better if I had died! And ne’er soiled the village place, Oh, Roussillon! Poor Roussillon! My sins art…
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The Art of Thinking
Silly me, but I used to be ardently against the modern cellphone. What positive insanity, I thought! After all, who would want to be bothered with phone calls and text messages while running…
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My Most Favorite Things
We all wander through life—some of us half oblivious, never noticing anything; others eager and observant, catching details as if they were going out of style. But either way, we all stumble now…
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The Problem With Perfect People
Perfect people are great. For real. I mean, they never swerve out in front of a car, they never forget people’s birthdays, they never skip flossing, and their hair always looks ready for…
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If I Befriend My Enemy
As long as I’ve been alive, he’s been there. Dreadful, ghastly little creature, following me through years and inside of days, like a shadow I can never part from. Oh heavens, how I…
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Exclusive Author Interview with Michelle Griep
So happy and excited to have Michelle Griep, author of newly-released The House at the End of the Moor, with us today for an exclusive interview! So, hurry up and grab a teacup,…
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And I Understood
I’ve heard it all from day one. In the womb, I listened to the soft cadence of hymnal notes. As an infant, I was lulled to sleep by the shouting of fire and…
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