Baking Preparedness.

There’s a photograph somewhere, of me baking with my grandma. I’m on a step-stool, sleeves rolled up, and I’m wearing an apron that was probably a flour sack in its former life. Grandma is supervising my determined cookie-rolling, a smile on her face. She is calm. I remember the experience probably just through that photograph….

Acquisitions. Lateness. People.

I have been working on the task of commenting on about 30 submissions for Crosshair Press, the independent small publishing press that three other women and I co-founded in 2014. This was our first submission period and we considered it a total success. I manage the acquisitions, and I was so excited to receive so many…

What is love?

(Baby don’t hurt me, no more) Had to get that out of my system. Really, this is simply a quick note, a reminder for myself more than anyone else. I used to think that love meant my parents coming to pick me up when I was stuck in a bad situation, or buying me shoes I…

Quotable: Corrie ten Boom

Corrie ten Boom’s story is one to be read and pondered quietly in the heart. She survived a concentration camp during WWII and went on to become a beloved speaker of encouraging words. She spoke on faith, love, even on surrender to God. In a way, I’m feel lazy about writing, but today is  a…