Some important days in March include National Banana Cream Pie Day, which coming after the Debbie Downer of February is a big encouragement, and National Read Across America. These two fall on March 2 so if you can't indulge in pie you can have some pie-in-the-sky mome...

Wednesday this week marks one of the best loved/most hated, well-celebrated/dismal days of the year.  Valentine’s Day. Depending on where you’re at in life and who you’re with (or aren’t with), the day can be the best or the worst.

For me, I’m at a point where I’m more...

     Some of my family left this past week for a Florida vacation missing out on the annual ice worm festivities in Cordova Alaska . Never fear! Perhaps next year we can charter a Cardinal bus for a week so we don’t miss the Miss Ice Worm Queen competition, the Ic...

“writer” is more accurate than “novelist” since a goodly portion of time an author is busy with writing-relating activities

Merry and Bright, published this year by Ballantine, is a predictable Christmas romance that has all the delightful qualities expected of a Debbie Macomber holiday novel.

Merry Smith, a temp at a business, prefers to avoid her boss, Jayson Bright, whom she views as a di...

Part One - The Meaning of True Love  

As a child, I'd gone fishing with my father. I'd sit in the boat and read while he fished.  I have vague memories of putting worms on hooks, so I'm sure that at some point I actually fished, but I have no memory of catching an...

While some of the Midwest is buried in snow and other parts are simply shivering now that the Arctic Air has dropped upon us like a Sumo wrestler, let me share a serendipity. 

Last summer I finally eradicated a flower bed that was out of control. I hated this flower bed...

Do you practice keeping stones of remembrance? I do. They adorn my mantle. Sometimes I move them to other areas of the house, but I always like to keep a few in view. Like the Israelite’s, I’m forgetful. I need a visual reminder of the storms God’s brought me through,...

In the dark of my regret flickers briefest hope.

My heart hammers and thumps

But my mind can’t cope.

His empty linen wrapping

Is collapsed upon itself.

His folded burial face cloth

Laid upon the graveyard shelf.

John’s eyes shine brightly,

His fingers dig into my arm,

Exha...