I eased into the recliner in the great room here at Vanaprastha, covered myself with a warm throw blanket, and opened my iPad. I’d downloaded several memoirs that might compare to mine. Along with target audience, author bio and publications, platform, marketing,...
Snippet #1: Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling… At night, I draw the covers under my chin, snuggling against the chill and steady patter. Rain in August is a welcome respite. But then the days dawn dark and damp. Snippet #2: So I just did...
I sat across the table from my editor at Panera in Barracks Road Shopping Center. We’d met for lunch and to debrief her review of my faith memoir. I came prepared with points for discussion about the twelve of forty chapters she’d noted, those not fully connected to...
A gentle breeze wafted through the open windows at Trinity Lutheran Church in Crimora, or maybe the movement of air was from members of the congregation fanning themselves. Old-time air conditioning. Last week, we said goodbye to our former building in Waynesboro. But...
Saturday morning, we woke to ice-coated decks and trees. The temperature was right at freezing and rising. I knew the ice would melt and drip on Heathcliff and me during our morning walk, so I donned my rain jacket. What I was not prepared for was the sound of...
