My Fiction/Thoughts

Sometimes books find you, choose you, and don’t let go of your heart. And sometimes, it starts with a dream. Kind’ve cheesy, but it’s true. Last September I had a mental health breakdown. I was burned out, depressed, anxious, and in the ER. At the requirement of doctors and loved…

I call this my “longest shortest book.” And that’s because every silly line and funny quip came out of grief and hardship. Out of losses of the last few months and longer, losing people and hopes and dreams and health.   I really, really needed to laugh and find joy in…

  (I’m honored to have author H.L. Burke featured on the blog discussing her upcoming release, Reformed: Supervillain Rehabilitation Project #1. Take it away, Heidi!)  Reformed was not what I planned to write this year. I had a list of a few projects I wanted to do, and Reformed, in any incarnation,…

Hope is often portrayed as a delicate thing. An ephemeral promise, a whistle in the darkness.  Something to distract the mind from potential doom. Falling through the fingers like sand, where you might be at the beginning of the hourglass or the end. And sometimes the hourglass shatters entirely, leaving…

Note: The following is a blog post I wrote about three years ago–November 2016. I recently reread it and I was struck by the potency of the feels and truth of it. Hardships and difficulties are timeless, it seems–and so is hope. My husband is now a full-time missionary with…