When asked as part of a school project, who he would call if he could call anyone in the world, my eldest son picked Jesus. (He wrote the J, backward…so it was written Lesas…but he meant to write Jesus.) I was touched by this and puzzled. Touched that my son wanted to call Jesus…puzzled as to…
Well, it’s been two weeks now, and it is still raining monkeys. Every morning, like clockwork, somewhere between eleven and thirteen blue monkeys come raining down the stairs. Every evening, they get counted and carried back up to spend the night in their barrel. (In between, I put them on the table, so that people…
For years, we have gone to movies rarely, despite that we love them, because they are so very, very expensive. But, last year, about this time, something amazing happened. John pulled out his wallet to buy the tickets and the man behind the counter said, "Oh, you have a military CAC card! That will be $5.00 each."…
I guest blogged for a friend today. Excerpt: Yesterday, I met my first grader at the bus after school. As we walked home, he asked suddenly:, “Mom, why do you write fantasy?” I must admit, I was taken aback. I did not have an easy answer ready on the tip of my tongue…
The raven Thought whispers the secret of the PayloadMoment into Odin’sear Payload: Every scene/fight/sex scene should have some moment that moves the plot along or heightens awareness, drawing the reader into something greater. Villains should reveal something important during a fight, and romantic partners should learn more about each other or reveal secrets. …
I would wish for the Cherubim to be wise and whole. My life would be improved in a number of ways. It might be harder in a number of ways, too…but both of those things–any effect on my life at all–is so much not the point.
I had a chat with my daughter yesterday. In many ways, our first coversation. She came in where I was supposedly taking a rest and started chatting about her friends in China — her "little sister" is very sad because she had two close friends, Ping-Ping and another, and now both will be in America. —…
I’ve recommended to my kids that if any of them decide to write an autobiography of their childhood, they consider "It’s Raining Monkeys." as a title. It is raining monkeys here.
When we first returned from China, I kept forgetting that our daughter was not a guest. We have lots of guests visit at our house, so I have a mental slot for guests, how they are treated, etc. And this new person kept coming up as "guest" for me. Yesterday, someone made a reference to how wonderful it…
Yesterday, the mom of one of the Cherubim’s classmates wrote me to ask about a present she was thinking of getting him. She thought she might give him something her son liked…but she knew we are religious and did not wish to offend us. So, she kindly wrote and asked if it was okay to…