Window Over The Sink

“An astounding ONE MILLION Children are victims of human trafficking worldwide.” When I first encountered this statistic at the...

Well, regarding the title, I'm late again, obviously. I started this for last week, but then Debby Myers had something already done and...

He’s a bad boy. She’s a bad girl. When their worlds collide, nothing will be the same again. Dakota Blackstone plays bass for one of the...

I'm still feeling my way with the blog and the new website, so bear with me! We'll have Writer Mondays and Writer Wednesdays from time to...

Snow flurries were falling. As a little girl, I’d join the neighborhood kids bundled up, and we’d go sledding, have snowball fights, and...

by Kyra Jacobs But last week I was on my way to work and drove into a fog so thick I feared for a few miles that I would miss my exit...

by Nancy Fraser Having just experienced my seventy-fifth Christmas, I’m willing to admit… I don’t remember much about the first one....

by Marla White The other day, a friend asked me if I loved Christmas so much because of the nostalgia of it all, the memories it evokes...

Good morning, and Merry Christmas. It's quiet here, with our family scattered and likely still asleep in their own homes. Even the cats...