You have a work that no other can do

I teach 6- and 7-year-olds at church on Sundays. Nine of them. Sundays can be a little crazy. But now and again, a bolt of inspiration and encouragement strikes through the chaos. While we were gathered with two other classes for singing time, the chorister chose a song that I've never cared for. Something about …

The pain we writers go through for our writing…

My daughter had her first dance class the other day. Bunch of three- and four-year-olds doing tap and ballet and tumbling in a wonderfully old and rickety studio. It was a sight. I was sitting by the door to the dance floor, as there were more parents than seats in the lobby. When class ended, …

Outside the lines

There came a point in my childhood where coloring became a painful activity. Crayons were bulky and dull and never stayed in the lines. There were always white spots, no matter how many times I went back over the picture, and I could always see where I had colored in different directions. Eventually, I decided …