The Formative Power of Stories

There’s a wonderful quote by Meg Ryan’s character in the movie You’ve Got Mail : “When you…

Small Gems of Irritated Hope

I seem to have a fascination with pearls. Not in real life so much as in a symbolic way–they keep popping up in…

If you noticed me taking your photo as you walked away hand-in-hand, you probably thought I was creepy. Hopefully, you simply assumed I…

It is very cold and silent tonight, and the dark presses against the window panes. It is a night made for loneliness.

There’s something strange that happens only on certain winter nights when the clouds hang low in the sky, catching the city lights and…

She walks on wounded feet, carries white roses to the willow by the pond on the hill: three roses, the number of those…

So here we are again in the house where my husband grew up, a now-abandoned building sagging slowly into ruin behind the newer…

Lately, I don’t feel like I have much to say. Well, let’s be honest… it’s the novel….

On the nights when God is silent, she curls up against the dark, her breath a thorn embedded in her throat. At last, all the…

For someone who struggles with so much pain on a daily basis, I’ve been lucky. Unlike so…