Separation… You’re reading this after I’ve spent eight days holed-up in a hotel room, finishing my rough draft on book #4–but I’m writing this in the midst of my separation from the world. Why does a middle-aged, empty-nester need quiet hotel room to write a biblical novel? Because my laundry yells at me, my dog has to go potty, and …
BECAUSE I SAID SO
Our girls were PK’s—pastor’s kids—for fourteen years of their growing-up years. Trina was eight and Emily was five when we accepted our first call to ministry. The church in which we served was a part of a conservative, northern-Indiana community. We tried hard to say “yes” to our girls whenever possible. It’s much more fun to say “yes” as a …
