I have not liked this question very much. I am thankful for the people who've asked about my book, but talking about my book has proven to be one of the most difficult challenges in my publishing process. When someone asks about my book, I become awkward, insecure, hesitant, and, frankly, baffled. Why? Well, I... Continue Reading →

So many books, so little time. I think about time a lot. Just this week as I sat with my big brother on the shores of Lake Huron, picnicking and talking about our lives and his camping activities with his wife and kids he said, "It's a good way to spend time." And that is... Continue Reading →

Mountains. Forests. Ravines and rivers. The ocean. The night sky or thunderclouds in mid-afternoon, the blue expanse above white peaks. Plants and rocks. Deserts and tropics. Rolling fields or heathered hills or swampy rushes.  I love it all. Sunny little spots with benches and pigeons. Wooden-floored coffee shops with Scrabble boxes and random books and... Continue Reading →

We must carry each other. Instead, I often see people pushing others under. We are all drowning here--unless. Unless we find love, connection, purpose, joy and the deep good of long evenings around kitchen tables surrounded by the faces of friends. (I picture Van Gogh’s The Potato Eaters). We must witness each other’s lives, a... Continue Reading →

I am unapologetically in love with God and irrevocably His. Jesus is my home and my heart and the best part of every day. The Spirit mesmerizes me and is the greatest mystery I ponder; in every book or mountain trek or human interaction, I listen for that Voice.  This belonging shapes me, and shapes... Continue Reading →

I want to write about time and space and our stories, the importance of place and the gift of life. I want to write wonderful things that spring out of the gorgeous words of ancient Scripture… “It was snowing in Zalmon,” the psalmist says. “Upon the willows in the midst of it we hung our... Continue Reading →