Every Year With Jesus Is A Good Year

I haven't been in the "zone" now for seven months! (Unprecedented!) I have some free time now, which means that I'm energized and more like my normal self. Decluttering--not writing--is currently at the top of my agenda. But I still have two pet projects that I'm determined to publish this year; and since my friends and family… Continue reading Every Year With Jesus Is A Good Year

The Water Nymph That Pluto Loved

Some of you may know that I have a secret obsession. My secret obsession is fragrance. Maybe my sense of smell has been heightened because my family is in the essential oil business. So, even though I don’t always wear perfume, I have actually dreamed about losing myself in a perfume shop. I love the… Continue reading The Water Nymph That Pluto Loved

Madam Secretary Reflects on International Relations and Happy Happenstance

Well, my friends, it's March, and I'm sure we all agree that Old Man Winter has way, way overstayed his welcome. I thought I'd be making espressos or waitressing somewhere and writing web content for a friend. Instead, I'm working in our office, and my current occupation doesn't involve traveling to anywhere except the post office.… Continue reading Madam Secretary Reflects on International Relations and Happy Happenstance

Revenge of The Broken Horse

I know where wild horses roam free as the wind. It's a peaceful place, high in the hills, where there are no fences. I've taken a few friends there, when the sun was sinking behind the snow-covered peak of the volcano. I'm not a cowgirl by any stretch of the imagination, but I do love horses… Continue reading Revenge of The Broken Horse

All Bloodlines Lead To Eden

Grandmère is repeating her favorite stories for my enrichment in a tidy room carpeted with green shag. Grandmère has no filter. On TV, Pope John Paul II is pretending to be God. A statue of The Virgin is enshrined among candles in a window. I should kneel in front of it, says Grandmère, and ask… Continue reading All Bloodlines Lead To Eden

For Trae & Those He Left Behind

Yesterday we shared a meal and laughed with our brother. Today we are washing his blood out of our clothes and asking God to forgive his murderer, whoever and wherever he is. The sky, like a cold gray funeral sheet, is stretched out above the orchards where we all used to feel sheltered--above the peaceful orchards where… Continue reading For Trae & Those He Left Behind