Mt. Olive Methodist Church was just up the road from the house where I grew up, at the top of a steep gravel hill. Many a sticky summer day, my brothers and I would ride our bikes or walk the dogs to the church and back. If we rode our... Read more →

I once told my dad I had no intention of living on our family land in the country. It’s the one thing I said to him I’d like to take back. My first published piece was a story I entered in a contest in the fifth grade. It told of... Read more →

The way I remember it, I would squint my eyes shut real tight. I'd sit for a minute and try to block out any outer noise. I thought the same thing over and over. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. No matter how hard I tried, it never worked. The Bible told me... Read more →