Failed Pen Pal Experiment My third grade teacher thought I needed a pen pal in Argentina. Why? My life consisted of cornstalks, cows, and TV commercials. We lived in the middle of a cornfield, and I could barely find Indianapolis on the map. How was I supposed to relate to a little girl in Argentina? Needless to say, the international …
Separation Unto the LORD
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 …