Publishing is, by its nature, about deadlines, and deadlines are toxic.

Easter is never deserved.

Cynics will say there are no good people out there. And if you read the papers and watch TV news you could be convinced of that. But there are good people.

I learned not to be so bitterly defeated when my fiction took a beating from editors. I learned in advertising to color in the lines and have my work done on time and to make it the very best it could be.

Bottom line, wasn’t life itself a special occasion?

When the trees and the power lines crashed around you, when the very roof gave way above you, when the light turned to darkness and water turned to dust, did you call on Him? When you called on Him, was He somewhere up there, or was He as near as your very breath?

Give me faith, Lord, to know Your Presence as surely as I know the beating of my own heart. I've felt so far from You.