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With Thanksgiving behind us, we shift into Christmas and our secrets begin. We don’t tell Uncle Johnny about the fishing pole wrapped in a refrigerator box beside the tree, or little Susie about the American Doll she’ll finally get this year (that she’s been asking for since she was four). But a few other secrets pop up around the holidays …
How do you pick your friends? Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Mo? Draw straws? Rock, Paper, Scissors? I recently spent a whole week with six friends at North Carolina’s Outer Banks. All but one came because they were writers, but I was fascinated by the chemistry that developed between these women–the swirling of my various worlds that collided under one roof. It was interesting …
Picture it with me… It’s 12:03am on Monday, March 3rd, and my rough draft was due to arrive in my new editor’s inbox in nine hours. I’d just written the last sentence of my 111,655-word Pharaoh’s Daughter manuscript, and I emailed the final two chapters to my sweet husband for proofreading. This was my third straight night of after-midnight, 20-hour-a-day …
I recently spoke at a women’s conference at a church in Albuquerque. My dear friend Meg gave the women’s director my name because they have been close friends for over twenty years. Women’s friendships are some of the most wonderful and awful experiences in our lifetime! The two women in the picture with me fall into the wonderful category. They …
Relationships. Ugh. I’m certain in the Garden of Eden they were—like everything else—perfect. But in their post-curse condition, I believe they’re the single-most-used character-refining tool in God’s tool chest. Why do we pick the friends we pick? The spouse we choose?
Egypt lauded Ra’s lovely chantress, whose heart was stolen by an ambitious priest named Potiphera.
In the powerful prequel to In Feast or Famine, Katesch was taken from her beloved son to become Pharaoh’s Songbird of Memphis. Her influence gains favor for an ambitious young priest named Potiphera. Drought scorches the land. Conspiracies thrive. Loyalties shift. Lives are lost. Can sacrifice free the Songbird from her gilded cage?
