Do you mind if I take a break from true stories?
Over the last several weeks, I’ve been collaborating with Sylvia Heike on a bit of sci-fi, flash fiction (flash fiction means it’s super short ;)).
Here’s the basic story premise: Read more »
Do you mind if I take a break from true stories?
Over the last several weeks, I’ve been collaborating with Sylvia Heike on a bit of sci-fi, flash fiction (flash fiction means it’s super short ;)).
Here’s the basic story premise: Read more »
This is an adaptation of the book Love the Unloved into blog format. If you’ve read the book, I’d love it if you wrote a review on Amazon. It would be totally awesome and help me out a lot 🙂
If you haven’t read the book, you can read the unabridged version on Amazon.
Read part one of the blog post.
April 2005
James cleaned himself up by going to drug rehab. He connected with a guy who lay flooring. He started a business and began attending church.
And he opened a MySpace account.
God works in mysterious ways, sometimes. Read more »
The following is based on a true story. It is an abridgment of the novella Love the Unloved which is available on Amazon. Names have been changed to protect identities. For more information, visit my Love the Unloved page.
September 1994
James and his little brother filled a ceramic bowl with perfume. They bent toward it, grinning with anticipation.
“Watch this,” James said as he struck a match.
The door opened and slammed shut. Mom was home. Read more »
(This post is part 2 of my son’s battle with meningitis).
New hospital, same story.
Hour after hour, day after day, I smiled at Ethan, I tried to tickle him. I blew bubbles and played with puppets. All the while I pleaded–
“Please come back to me, buddy. Just one smile? Can you laugh?” Read more »
It has been almost five years since this happened–an event that changed my life forever. This is a story of faith, or how I learned to trust God enough to let His will be done, no matter what it meant for me.
September 19, 2010–A story of faithMy one-year-old looked like a corpse–his limbs as lifeless as a man on his deathbed. I paced our living room as Dr. Gilson, a chiropractor from church held the stethoscope to his chest.
This couldn’t be happening. Read more »