Life is NOT a process. Life is the PRODUCT. This is the first epiphany of 5-Star Life. How many times have we heard or said that life is a process, that it’s filled with twists and turns we don’t always understand? We try to do the best we can, yet we remain at the mercy... Continue Reading →
Sixteen years of my life were spent playing contact football. I grew up surrounded by the game; some of my earliest memories are playing tackle football in the backyard with my brothers, and my dad was my first coach. I played from the time I was five years old through high school, where I began... Continue Reading →
My latest figurative piece, They Ride Along, portrays a complex woman who is crowded by colorful, expressive faces. The faces represent parts of herself, her stories if you will. The heart of the work reflects some of my recent thoughts and emotions about life as a journey. The other day I saw a video on Facebook of... Continue Reading →
This woman is not only broken ... she is finally whole. Beliefs about brokenness: Some people deny or ignore their brokenness. They don't realize that another, stronger, fuller version of themselves can exist. These folks feel "okay." Others believe they deserve some degree of pain because that's what someone told them once upon a vulnerable... Continue Reading →
Surprise! New York Times bestselling novelist, Lisa See, popped in for a quick chat! Nearly seven years ago, I had the pleasure of interviewing beloved writer Lisa See. I met her in person soon after at a luncheon, which was wonderful. You can read my 2010 interview with Lisa here. As part of the relaunch of my blog, I... Continue Reading →
For these books, I have dug floppy disks out of corporate trash dumpsters (long story); re-typed nearly 100,000 words due to computer crashes; spent hours and hours on research; endured rejection after rejection; cried; and labored, driven by my unflinching belief that it was important.
... I'm nothing at all without the writing. Without truth, my truth, the only truth I know, it's all a gambol in the pasture without rhythm or sense. It's empty. God gave it to me (so help me, Deist or no, I believe that!) and I can't cheat myself or you or them or anyone... Continue Reading →
Growing up in the whirlwind of alcoholism has received considerable mainstream attention over the last twenty years or so. It’s widely known that adult children of alcoholics often struggle with common issues such as feeling isolated, a dependant personality, and judging themselves without mercy (http://www.adultchildren.org/). Another less exposed affliction is growing up in a home... Continue Reading →