I’ve been a writer since I could hold a pen. I share my experiences with the tools of words. I understand their power and their magic, I revel in their mysteries. The Bible says, “In the beginning was the Word…” and I wholeheartedly agree. And then one day, long ago,  I met a man whose sword was a red pen…. Read More

Liar, liar, pants on fire, Hanging by your tongue on a telephone wire… When I was a youngster, this little jump rope chat could be heard daily on the playground as little girls gathered in groups to skip to the beat of the rope. There were other versions too, “Liar, liar, pants on fire, Hanging by a telephone wire!” and… Read More

This year I had an ugly garden. And every time I passed it by, I thought about how I needed to find the time to pull some weeds, plant some new flowers and divide some plants that were overgrown and hogging up the space. And every time I passed it by, I groaned and sighed and shook my head and… Read More