I’m giving patriotic holiday gifts this year — donations to groups that can help keep our country sane during the stormy Trump years ahead. Read more.
Write another book? I don’t mind the writing. What’s giving me pause is the grueling, humiliating work of promoting the darned thing once I’ve written it. Author Rob Bell had some advice. Read more.
“Go Set a Watchman” didn’t have a craft problem. It had a theme problem – in the character of a bigoted Atticus Finch. Read more.
It’s my garden, but I’m not the gardener. Not really. I don’t plant things. I don’t do the big weeding. I don’t make plants grow or buds blossom. I leave that to God and Jillian the gardener. Does that mean this is not my garden, really? Read more.
I yanked those ugly maroon snapdragons out by the roots. My front yard color scheme has been restored, and all is right with the world.
I don’t like the snapdragons growing in my front yard. Their color, somewhere between scarlet and maroon, gets on my nerves. If I rip them in full bloom out of the ground am I an assassin? They may be ugly, but they are alive.