Let's just say that I was raised by my grandparents.

For a very long time, I wrote a book a year, and was eager and willing to do it, to put bread on the table, to have my work out there. Now I must write a book every two years, and that's never enough time, either.

There may be circumstances in this life that God uses to keep bringing us back to Him, looking for His grace.

I live in a village where people still care about each other, largely.

There's nothing trite about being consoled in a world that does everything in its power to deliver sorrow.

...weary of k knowing too much and understanding too little.

My grandmother influenced me so deeply.