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THE LONGEST TEN MINUTES OF MY LIFE

THE LONGEST TEN MINUTES OF MY LIFE

THE LONGEST TEN MINUTES OF MY LIFE I hate tunnels. And small spaces. And elevators. Especially those dinky ones in old hotels in Europe where you can see each floor, and your life, groaning and squeaking past. There are two bridges and two tunnels connecting the...
I REALIZED MY WRITING IS NOT EVEN ON A PAR WITH DOGGIE DOO

I REALIZED MY WRITING IS NOT EVEN ON A PAR WITH DOGGIE DOO

    I REALIZED MY WRITING IS NOT EVEN ON A PAR WITH DOGGIE DOO Doggie Doo at least is picked up. Most of the time. Sadly, no-one has realized what a wonderful writer I am. Waiting to be discovered. To be picked up. There are 12 million people blogging via social media...
GET YOUR HINEY OUT OF THAT TREE RIGHT NOW

GET YOUR HINEY OUT OF THAT TREE RIGHT NOW

GET YOUR HINEY OUT OF THAT TREE RIGHT NOW When you’re somewhere you don’t want to be. And have to do something you don’t want to do. That’s when your real character shows. It could be as simple as landing in an impromptu dinner group where you don’t feel like eating...
SOME MORNINGS MY BRAIN IS A TSUNAMI

SOME MORNINGS MY BRAIN IS A TSUNAMI

SOME MORNINGS MY BRAIN IS A TSUNAMI Or, What swimming laps taught me. My hand cramps as I write faster and faster. Trying to keep up with the thought waves building. Trusting I’ll be able to read those chicken scratches when I put on my editing hat. I grab the castor...
WHERE ARE YOU GOD?

WHERE ARE YOU GOD?

WHERE ARE YOU GOD? That was me. The Man upstairs had been awfully quiet for too long. Grumble. Grumble. Grumble. This time it was Anne Graham Lotz (The late Billy Graham’s daughter) who kicked me in my well-padded rear. “Have you ever felt as though God has abandoned...