I'm delighted to have Leanna Sain on the blog today. When I heard about the premise for Leanna's upcoming release, I was instantly intrigued. We cared for my grandmother for many years while she battled dementia so I easily connected to Leanna's heart. I hope you enjoy her as much as I do. Welcome, Leanna! We suspected it for months…maybe even years. It started as little things. Things Mama said or did… things she should remember, but didn’t… something not quite right; occasional at first, but growing in frequency. Now we knew, but knowing didn’t make it easier. Alzheimer’s. What…

"Ugh! Why'd you have to put dandelions in your story? I hate dandelions!" I've heard the sentiment several times from adults when they hear the title of my latest novel Where Dandelions Bloom. My only response is a smile and an internal snicker. Their attitude is the whole reason why I chose that resilient little flower for the story. Several springs ago, I was scrolling through social media, admiring everyone's plans for their lawns and flower beds. There seemed to be a resounding cry from the diligent ones who yearned to be on the cover of Better Homes and Gardens: "If only…

Over this past week, a YouTube recording surfaced of John MacArthur sitting on a panel playing word association with other so-called Christian leaders. When Beth Moore's name was thrown out, MacArthur replied, "Go home." Other guests went on to call her a narcissist and the panel responded with a slew of reactions, both with reasons why they didn't support her stance on Biblical issues, to down-right name-calling. The recording unleashed a fire storm on social media and MacArthur is facing a huge backlash. I've observed the responses with heartsick sadness and frustration. MacArthur, regardless of his personal beliefs, did not…

I love everything about the creative process. From spinning a story world into existence, breathing characters to life or muddling through their spiritual and emotional transformations, I find the entire journey exhilarating. I even love the grueling grind of editing. (Most days, at least.) Even with the exhilarating side to creating, writing is a tough gig, especially when you consider you’re putting your deepest thoughts and musings out for everyone to see. It’s an open invitation for anyone to take a peek inside your most vulnerable, shadowed places. And people, as we all know, judge. For a recovering people pleaser,…

My heart hammers as the doors open wide. Smiling faces blur. I duck my head. Greetings call out and all I long to do is drag in one free inhalation of air. Breathe in, breathe out. I come yet again to the place where I was wounded, yet I know it’s where I should be. Why is this so hard? How strange that both Hope and Goliaths should occupy the same pews. Music floods the air. My mind struggles to focus on the words, the melody, the rhythm. My voice sounds strange in my own ears. Are people watching me?…

Scenario: Girl gets married. Girl’s church is excited and throws her a big shower. In only a few months, girl discovers her new husband is an abuser. Girl manages to escape and seeks godly counsel. Godly counsel advises girl to return home to her family that lives far away, ensuring safety from her abusive husband. Girl’s church sends her a harsh letter not long after, demanding she apologize for leaving. After all, they had given her a beautiful shower and supported her through some tough years. How could she just up and leave without a word? Girl’s heart was broken,…