Serendipity

On Sunday after church, a woman came up and introduced herself to me. Her name was Ellen, which, she said, means light. “You’re kidding!” I exclaimed, my hands flying to my cheeks. “Ellen means light?” She looked confused (and who can...

On Writing a Book, Part 2

When I say that writing my book was an inspired process, I do not mean that I had nothing to do with that process, that I sat twiddling my thumbs while I waited for inspiration. Not at all. I worked hard, writing, rewriting, moving sentences and whole paragraphs...

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