Dear Ones, Today I’m seventy-five years old. Yes. Three-quarters of a century. How can that be? I can still remember standing in my parents’ backyard, a small girl marveling at the powder on my fingers from touching the delicate wings of Mourning Cloak butterflies. Now here I am, my grandchildren
Dear Ones,As we begin our walk through the year 2022, I want to share with you an excerpt from my final book, Walking in His Way. It’s one of my favorite sections because of the beautiful things I learned from my guide dog Hedy, a steady girl who navigated whatever she encountered without ever
Dear Ones, This is my Christmas update letter to you. I have stayed home. I have stayed well. I wrote two books. That’s it. Below are the links for my new books, and a present for you, if you’re interested to know what kinds of things I think about as
Dear Ones, I truly believed MIGHTY was my last book. I had two weeks of glorious rest before the Lord decided I needed to completely revise another book that I had already written. Three years ago when I wrote it, things were different. I felt such an urgency to do
Dear Ones, I met Cynthia Leal Massey at a Women Writing the West conference about twenty years ago. Recently she posted a review on Amazon for my new book, Mighty, and it is so insightful I asked if I could use it, and she graciously gave me her permission. Writing