Texting Teenager

It’s been quiet around here, my blogging home. I’m knee-deep in my year off from writing, chilling out with my youngest as we enjoy her last year at home before she starts school. It’s good. Hard, at times, to see my writing space and miss my lovely lifestyle of make-believe (although I do get make-believe time of another sort with my mini-me), but God–what a blessing to be able to do this! To take a full year and invest it in this little lovely Took.

It’s good. Raising kids is good. Loving them is good. Laughing with (sometimes at) them is good. Teenagers are even good, contrary to the common opinion. Check out this text exchange I had with my oldest kid a couple days ago:


Kids, right? Mine are the best (yours probably are, too, if you have ’em).

I hope you’re feeling full of love and light this holiday season. Thanks for checking in.

As always, loads of love,


Because Sometimes the World Feels Dark


Hey, guys.

Here in the Northern Hemisphere, the days are getting shorter. Leaves are beginning to fall from the trees. Breezes are losing their summer warmth. Night skies are getting colder and clearer.

It’s lovely, isn’t it?

Look, I know that sometimes things seem so dark. I know that the nightly news and Facebook and Twitter and pretty much any media you can find is screaming about how the human race appears to be trying to eat itself alive.

It’s an election year here in the States. Election years are, as a general rule, ugly ones. This one feels worse than most. There seems to be so much anger fueling this cycle. So much hate. Loads and loads of fear. For folks like me, who struggle with serious anxiety, it can be too much. I don’t watch the news anymore, and I hardly exist on social media because it’s just. Too. Much.

You know what’s not too much? The miles and miles of blue sky above us. The rumble of thunder during a chilly autumn thunderstorm. The swarms of starlings as they dance in the fall air. The smile of a stranger whose eyes just happened to catch yours in the check out line. The small, warm sense of satisfaction when you pay for the car behind you in the drive-through. Laughing over coffee with friends. Sitting alone at three a.m., contemplating the full moon.

If darkness is looming–and sometimes it sure feels like it is–then each of us can be a star shining in that night. Maybe we can’t overcome it by ourselves, but we can each pierce it by living truthfully in our giftings, by acting out of a sense of good. Do something to leave the world a little better today than it was yesterday. Even if what you have to offer feels infinitesimal (maybe nothing more than holding the door for a stranger, or heck–getting out of bed. On the days when my anxiety is at a fever pitch, getting out of bed can feel like a Herculean victory). The smallest pebble dropped into water leaves ripples far beyond its physical reach.

Be kind to yourself. Be kind to those around you. Kindness is always a good idea.

As always, loads of love,






Fifteen Things

Fifteen things that are happening right now, at this very moment:

  1. I’m working on my second glass of wine.
  2. I have plans on completing a third and possibly fourth glass tonight.
  3. I am feeling very, very grateful for the lovely reviews that have been left for my books over the past couple of days. If that was you, thanks a million.
  4. I am working–very steadily–on rebranding the Shrilugh Saga, and one of the things that means is…
  5. Book four is in the pipeline.
  6. My container tomatoes are finally producing.
  7. Even though it’s a teeny-tiny little crop, those drops of red sunshine make me insanely happy.
  8. I already have the dedication for book four in the works. You know who you are.
  9. Second glass of wine is perilously close to being finito.
  10. My boys just got in from a jaunt down to the public library. #theylovethelibrary
  11. I am in the process of re-reading (with the help of Grammarly, gulp) the first two books of Shrilugh. Man, my writing has come a long way since that first release. Very grateful for a sweet audience who has been willing to let me grow.
  12. Second glass of wine is gone.
  13. Going downstairs to procure third glass.
  14. Cicadas are buzzing outside my window. They are hypnotic.
  15. My hands smell like the herbs I cut this evening–sage and rosemary and basil and mint. Somebody needs to make a perfume like this because I would wear that stuff SO HARD.

I hope the things happening in your world, at this moment, are every bit as pleasant as mine.

Loads of love,