Borrowing a cup of sugar from a neighbor always seemed cliché to me. That is, until the day I watched with dismay as my last two eggs landed splat on my kitchen floor as I was making a dessert to take to a party. With no time to run to the store, it made the… Continue reading Living on Borrowed Hope
I'm happy to be at the Breathe Conference blog today, sharing my thoughts on attending the keynote address last month. Walking into the auditorium at the Breathe Christian Writers Conference, words like “imposter” and “wannabe” floated through my mind. I took a deep breath, pushed the rude comments aside, and found a seat near the… Continue reading Learning to Enjoy the Slow Lane
I'm delighted to feature a guest post by Andi Cumbo-Floyd. Andi has written a beautiful book comprised of encouraging letters - love letters - to writers. I received an advance reader copy of this lovely collection of letters and I can't wait for you to be blessed by this wonderful book. It speaks to the… Continue reading What Are We Afraid Of?
When it comes to a vegetable garden’s bounty, summer is an embarrassment of riches. Refrigerator drawers overflow with a rainbow of food just waiting to be chopped, sliced, and enjoyed. Sunny kitchen window sills become prime real estate for tomatoes that still wear collars of green. But it doesn’t happen overnight. My garden began on… Continue reading The Abundance of an Autumn Harvest
Milestones and the dates on which they occur embed in our memories, whether we want them to or not. My grandpa’s been gone for 20 years but January 30 will never pass without it being his birthday. Although I’m no longer married, the Fourth of July hasn’t stopped being my wedding anniversary and the day… Continue reading Labor Day Redemption
The four seasons in Michigan are sometimes referred to as Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter and Road Construction, aka Orange Barrel Season. However, when it comes to seasons changing, the date on the calendar is largely irrelevant.
If you’re from Michigan, you know who Mitch Albom is. The same way you know Bob Seger, Vernors and how to pronounce Mackinac. Think Mitch, and a progression of thoughts come without trying. Freep. Sports. Columns. Morrie. Inevitably, Tuesdays with Morrie.