Eva Marie Everson My friend Michelle and I went to Park Avenue recently. “Park Ave” as the locals call it, is a lovely brick-street section of Winter Park, Florida with specialty shops and restaurants predominately on one side and a park on the other. The shops have enticing window displays with front doors shaded by […]
Body Surfing
Last night a memory came to mind. In this memory, I am a teenager, piled into the back of a pickup truck, helping to hold my best friend’s hip-length hair against the wind so it won’t knot, listening to CCR blaring from the opened windows of the cab. We’re headed to Tybee Island. To the […]
Waking Up to My Childhood
The cat kept waking me up. All during the night, she’d knead me like bread dough. I knew what she wanted. Food. But I also knew she wasn’t getting any. What I wasn’t getting was sleep. Pure, uninterrupted sleep. I had another problem. A recent injury to my right rotator cuff, which gave me only […]
What Fear?
Years ago, my employer, in speaking of his wife, said, “I don’t think she’s afraid of the devil himself.” I knew this woman. Little rattled her cage. She was a tiny thing. Pretty as a picture. She spoke with a demure voice. But if she thought something was coming after those she loved . . […]
2021 Christmas Scavenger Hunt Round-Robin: The Ornament Keeper
Merry Christmas! Welcome to the Christmas Christian Fiction Scavenger Hunt! Here’s how it works: At each author’s blog post, you will find a question that can be answered by checking out the free Amazon preview of their book. Provide the answer at this form. Note: You must answer the questions for every author in the round -robin […]
Victoria Street, Edinburgh Scotland
anguages and of the thrill of hearing the Scottish lilt from the locals. Of trying to make out what they were saying as they talked between themselves, even though we spoke the same language.
One Reason Why
If you know me, you know I have a thing for Mary and her sweet baby, Jesus. I have several collectables throughout the house; they are more notable during the Christmas season. Just recently, my husband–who I call the “huggy hubby”–and I were at an auction house where we were able to peruse the items […]
CAUGHT BETWEEN FAITH AND FEAR: MY 9-11 NYC JOURNAL (Part 9)
Friday, September 14, 2001Late Morning Dennis and I are sitting in the waiting area of Penn Station along with thousands of others. Now that the trains are working, everyone is trying to leave. The traffic on the way here was true to New York’s style, except no one was honking. No one was yelling. A […]