tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296080972011-08-16T20:08:11.775-07:00To life! This website is dedicated to the Creator, his creation, and the dance of life.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470283761189392205noreply@blogger.comBlogger3081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608097.post-29917654000496994342008-01-07T11:56:00.000-08:002008-01-07T12:01:42.633-08:00

It's official, folks. I have a new home.www.heatheragoodman.comIt's a blog and website rolled into one. Fancy, huh?Sorry to make you change your blog readers and all that jazz, but it'll be worth it. I love my new site. It's hosted by bible.org. I can do so much more with it--like dedicate pages to my speaking and writing for people who are interested, like more easily manage my sidebars and

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I don't know if you guys have been following the news of what's going on in Kenya the past week or so, but things have gotten bad. You'd think we were watching footage from Rwanda or Sudan.The story has gotten lost in the U.S. due to the Iowa caucus and some woman getting stuck in an elevator for a day or two, but it's a serious situation. Kenya has been peaceful for about 30 years, so the

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If you recall, last year, my theme song was Jamie Cullum's Twentysomething. I turned thirty during the year and was enjoying my last moments footloose and fancy free.Now is my first full year (or should I say fool year?) as a thirty-something. You know, it's not as bad as I thought it'd be, although my husband, Chris, has this notion that now that I'm thirty, I'll grow up.Joke's on him.But the

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The cleaning fairy missed my house.I thought I had scheduled her for after our New Year's shindig. It's the busy season for them, so you have to call in advance. And being the considerate person I am, I even put away the leftover food before going to bed after the party.But two days later, and no fairy.Coffee cups and punch glasses and wine goblets and plates and trays litter my kitchen counters

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My story, Mumbai Baby, is featured in the Winter Solstice 2007 issue of Mused Literary Review. This story is close to my heart because it's the second short story I wrote in the beginning of my journey (although what you'll read has been through numerous rewrites!), and the first story I loved.It's an online journal, so feel free to hop on over there!

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Matthew 11 has always been a difficult passage for me. John the Baptist, a faithful preacher for the Lord, is in jail for his work for Christ. In his cell, he begins to wonder, perhaps even have a shade of doubt. He sends his disciples to ask Jesus, "You are Christ, right? I mean, this isn't for nothing?"Stop. This isn't the difficult part. In fact, this part comforts me. Even John the Baptist

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Some of you have noticed the sign-up to your right (or is it left--I still haven't figured out my right from my left) for my new ezine, Glimpses. A monthly publication delivered right to your email (see? I can do salesman! or woman, rather), this ezine shares glimpses of Christ in His people's stories, in art, and in the Church.This month, I interviewed Jen Kliewer, who with her husband and

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It's disturbing. It's evil.It's meant to be.You like horror? Thrillers? Try your hand at this one.Of course, the music in the movie lacks the talent of a stage version.To read my review of the movie (no spoilers), go here.To join in the discussion that looks at theological themes (some spoilers), go here.

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I admit it. I'm a clinger. Change doesn't bother me. I like new things. But letting go of old ones, that's a different story.So I cling to Christmas.I mourn it's passing. Yesterday I watched half a dozen Christmas movies with my family. Today I'll bake a few more cookies (for my New Year's Eve Party--if you're in the Dallas area, stop on by!) and watch one more Christmas movie.It doesn't feel

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The wrapping began two days ago. The cookie baking began yesterday. The cleaning begins today. I'm gearing up for days of holly jolly joy! (Have you guessed by now that I'm in love with the Christmas season? After all, it's the most wonderful time of the year.)Today will probably be my last day with you until after Christmas. But cheer up, friends! Grab a cup of eggnog, dream by the fire, and let

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If you can watch this without laughing, than like the Burgermeister Meisterburger, you have broken your funny bone. Got this from the Escape Adulthood blog.

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On those boughs of holly--Mistletoe is a symbol of peace and joy and signifies friendship and goodwill. Mistletoe was considered sacred by the Norse Scandinavians, the Druids, and the Native North Americans.In Norse theology, when Balder, the sun god, was killed by the evil spirit Loki with an arrow shaped from a mistletoe, Balder’s mother, Frigga, wept tears of white berries, which brought him

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Ode to HansEvergreenVerdant, JollyLiving, Dancing DelightCelebrating, Joy, Peace, LifeTimelessWant this button?

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Christmas facts about me:White Christmas is my favorite Christmas movie.I didn't know Silent Night was a Christmas carol until I was eight or nine, maybe older. My mom sang it to me every night, every night, even in June. I still get sleepy when I hear it.Rudolph is my Christmas hero. I think you know why.But my second hero, maybe you don't know that one: I put together that clip for a

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The details are fuzzy as any old memory goes. The story comes like a pop-up book for a toddler: pictures emerge here and there but the lines and paragraphs don't make sense.I was four, maybe five, and that year I learned that giving is more fun than receiving.Her name was Deidre. She had been in the hospital for a long time for something chronic like heart problems, not a quick fix like

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I'm going out on a limb today, but I have to say it, though I know of several people who won't agree with me and won't like that I'm saying it. All I can say is "even among misfits you're a misfit" (misfit not meaning the critique group but a broader definition).Here goes.I just don't get all the to-do over the ESV Bible translation. I'm not saying it's a bad translation, but what's all the hype

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In September 2006, I introduced the concept about being a misfit. I told you that Rudolph was one of my favorite Christmas shows because I could relate.I'm a misfit.A dentist elf, a toy bird who swims instead of flies, a prospector searching for a peppermint mine, a reindeer with a shiny, red nose.Why don't I fit it in?This past Sunday night, we watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer again. The

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I found this through Robin today. You play a word game and for every word you get right, they donate 20 grains of rice through the United Nations. They partner with poverty.com.Now 20 grains may not be very much, but if a lot of people start playing, that could add up to a lot of rice.Need a five minute break from work? You know what to do.

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The tree came to the United States with German immigrants. The Puritans, however, deemed it pagan mockery of the sacred event of Christmas. In 1659, the General Court of Massachusetts outlawed any observance of Christmas outside of church services, including Christmas trees, carols, and gifts. Schools in Boston remained open on Christmas day through 1870, sometimes expelling students who stayed

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New forum question on Incarnating Christ:I've talked before about sweatshop labor--not shopping at stores that employ sweatshop labor (you can look up your favorite store at Responsible Shopper), being involved in organizations such as International Justice Mission which actively fight sweatshops and slavery, that kind of thing.I hate sweatshop labor. I hate places that force overtime (especially

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I'm shifting things a bit.In January, I'm going to be launching a new ezine. Stay tuned for more on that because the first 100 people to sign-up will receive a little something extra for free (the ezine will be free as well, by the way). I'm telling you this now because I've decided to reclaim my blog for more fun stuff and put what I've been posting as "Mentor Monday" into the montly ezine

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Visit IntersectionIt's like I'm addicted.But seriously, these social networks or online communities or whatever you want to call them are awesome!So I've created one for art and theology called Intersection (http://intersection.ning.com).Here's what I dream: people will upload their photography, poetry, pictures of their paintings (and I know some of you are photographers, poets, and painters).

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I admit it. Everyday in my email comes Merriam-Webster's word of the day.* Not that I actually learn and use these words. But it's fun to get them.Today's word: locofoco.Okay--who cares what this actually means? Just saying the word brings a smile to my face.Locofoco.Hee-hee.For those of you who care: "a member of the Democratic party in the United States."Locofoco.Can you use that in a sentence,

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If Jane Austen were writing today, would she be considered chick lit?

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Visit Incarnating ChristOkay, I was going to hold this off a little longer, but I can't help myself. I'm too excited.I've created a new online social group called "Incarnating Christ" for those who are passionate about incarnating Christ's love to the hurting. To become a member is free. Simply go to http://incarnatingchrist.ning.com/ and follow the steps.Wondering what it is? Here are some

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’Tis the season…to buy the gifts, to send out Christmas cards, to decorate the tree, to bake cookies with red and green sugar, to hang mistletoe and holly. How did we get into this mess?Decorating the tree comes from a long line of winter solstice practices. The Egyptians, Romans, Druids, and Scandinavians each used evergreens in their celebrations as a symbol of triumph over life and to ward off

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Three new articles coming out, for those of you interested:A creative nonfiction piece, "My Scarlet Letter" in Three One Six: A Journal of Christian Thinking. Also in this issue are articles by blogging buddies Mike Duran, Erin Teske, and Sandra Glahn."Spiritual Disciplines: Practicing Daily Scales," which looks at practical ways to intertwine spiritual disciplines in your life. This article will

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I met Brenda Gribbin at a women's retreat. She led a breakout session on using art in prayer. It was an amazing class, but even more amazing was this woman standing in front of me. I realized that this was the woman behind so much of the art I had seen at our church. Brenda uses her art to work through her prayers, reflect her relationship with Christ, and raise money for the needy. Often, she

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You'd think I was Snow White.I couldn’t resist. The weather was perfect. With my cream of wheat lunch, my water, and a book, I went into our backyard and settled in a chair. At some point--who knows how long it had been?--it occurred to me that there was a lot of noise and scurrying around going on. I glanced up from my book. My backyard teemed with birds hopping here and flying there and

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This book is about a teenaged girl struggling with anorexia while her family struggles to survive after he father's been fired.Olivia grew up as a pastor's kid until her father was fired. Now, her father, is disillusioned by the church, her mother is trying to keep a semblence of a happy home on a budget and growing tired of her husband's unemployment, and her sister runs away feeling neglected.

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Sorry, Erin, no pictures on my garden this time, but to make up for it, I've got pictures of my new baby.Hans.We picked up Hans on Saturday. He was a bit uptight. Who could blame him? The poor guy's been uprooted from his home in a tragic circumstance, taken from all who love him and whom he loves, and brought down to Texas. (I feel your pain, buddy.) We took him home, let him relax in a warm

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My Thanksgiving holiday was stuffed with people, food, and decking my halls. Oh, how I love the decorations. Yes, I'm a saccarine sucker when it comes to these things.We got our Christmas tree--Hans is his name. He's donned with blue lights and ornaments. But more on that later this week.Today, I'd like to introduce you to Maria.Maria received her masters at Dallas Theological Seminary and works

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Back in the spring, I told you about my new garden. Well, it was time for some fall planting.I'm new at this whole gardening thing. In other words, I have no idea what I'm doing. Good thing my mom's brilliant with these things. Last week, I spent a few days in their neck of the woods (and I mean that literally), and helped my mom do some of her gardening. Very instructive. For example, I learned

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Oh, how I'd love to have one of these babies. You guys need to check this out. Easy on the eyes. Hundreds of books without having to pack a dozen because you never know what mood you'll be in.Too bad it's so expensive or else it would be on my Christmas list (the real one).I wonder how long it'll be before our local libraries will have books available for the Kindle.

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Today I'm going to tell you about two very special people: my parents.My parents aren't the type who would cause you to immediately conjur up trendy social justice pictures. They're more covert in their care for the least of these.They like to take care of people. Particularly people in the fringes of society.Exhibit one: a teenage boy showed up at a local homeless shelter. I don't remember how,

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(Note: I stopped calling these "reviews" because let's be honest, I'm no professional critic. I'm a reader who likes certain things and doesn't like other things, and I'm a writer who tries to learn from each book I read. So here are my thoughts.)This book is lush. A rainforest of words. Especially after reading The Road. The Memory Keeper's Daughter tells a heartbreaking story, and Edwards

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He hadn't spoken to me in eleven years.We met in January seventeen years ago. I don't remember it being cold, but it must've been because I wore my oversize coat. I was in eighth grade and patches of clubs and honors littered the sleeves of my jacket. It was a week or so after Christmas, and I was mourning the loss of a family member--a car accident on Christmas day.Dozens filled the room I

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Perhaps everyone in the free world has seen this but me, but I can’t resist a few comments. Excellent, excellent movie. Superb acting with Jeremy Irons, Robert DeNiro, and Liam Nielson. And the area is beautiful--the dangerous but gorgeous falls reflecting the love and calling of God. (Side note: not too long ago, a missions conference was held there as a tribute to the Jesuit's work.)It’s the

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I'm one of those who cry over spilled milk. So do you mind if I open the top and pour out my frustration and hurt and confusion all over the countertop?Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this, but I'm not good with finding that line of where you should stop, so I'm going to tell you anyways.I don't know what I'm doing. And I don't know where I'm going. Don't get me wrong, I have a to-do list the

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Heather is a missionary in Kenya along with her husband, Brian, and their kids. They have been involved with church plants, setting up church training, establishing primary schools and water wells, working with an orphanage, and engaged with AIDS/HIV victims.That's a busy day.I asked Heather to share her struggle in her ministry. I've learned one thing about missionaries: they're everyday people

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My friend and mentor, Sandra Glahn, has a new book on the shelves, Informed Consent, a novel.Informed Consent tells the story about a doctor and researcher, Jeffrey Cramer, who has discovered a possible cure for AIDS. The media loves him. But guilt from accidents that wreak havoc on the lives of those he loves plaques him and spurs him toward work, taking him away from his family. When another

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Chris and I finally rented this movie the other day.First, let me say that this movies was excellently done: the writing, the dialogue, the directing, the editing, the cinamatography, the acting, the soundtrack--oh, the soundtrack. I must tell you about the soundtrack: at times ironic, at times in your face, but the best thing about it was when they would stop...and that stop would step up the

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This one's dedicated to Erin. She nailed it.This is exactly how I feel when writing, both music and novels. There's always something just out of reach. And yes, lots of banging.And I agree, Erin, Rowlf is way too cool for this.By the way, you have to turn your volume up for this one.

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I've always had a weakness for mafia and pirates. Maybe because I'm from Jersey and have a love affair with the ocean? Who knows.But the truth is, I'm a thief. It's true. It's why I carry this little Nancy Drew notebook around with me. I'm casing the joint. I hear a snippet of conversation here or witness a child antic there, and it's gone. It's mine. I stash it away in my Nancy Drew

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*(sounds like one of those commercials that's supposed to inspire you to teach or become a Big Brother--not the 1984 type--doesn't it?)At some point in my blogging life, I started following the interviews at Novel Journey. The other day (code for maybe yesterday, maybe six months ago), they did an interview of Dean Koontz. I should've posted a link then, but I forgot to, and let's be honest, most

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Yesterday was a bad day. I'm not afraid to tell you that. And part of that bad day came about because of my writing.I didn't like it.What am I doing? I thought and almost deleted the file (which wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying as burning the manuscript--heck, maybe I'll print a couple of pages for burning purposes).You see, I've been on my second rough draft, I'm calling it, of this novel

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Normally, I'd have a Mentor Monday post for you. However, a couple of things fell through. In the absence of today's mentor, I leave you with this:Quite a bit a go, I told you about my love for Whole Foods. I'm a Whole Foods evangelist, I told you. If you're having a bad day, go to Whole Foods for a pick-me-up.One more confirmation that I belong at that store: While shopping there, "Walk Like an

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For the weekend, I'll leave you with what's inspiring me these days, living-, writing-, and laughing-wise...Sweeney Todd music: are you surprised? I'm gearing for the movie release in December and the musical coming to Dallas in January (hint, hint, Chris). The music is complex in its themes and its revelation of relationships through the characters' interaction in song, their harmony and

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Remember that diatribe I wrote last Friday? Well, the Napoleon Dynamite gods decided to exact their revenge.After a lovely weekend of camping, where the only chirping was that of birds rather than phones, where blinking was at the awe and majesty of creation and the Creator God, not computer screens. It was beautiful.Then we came home.And I needed my Internet.But I had no Internet. Nor did we

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What I learned from camping:It's best to spoil yourself when camping: steak and salmon for dinners and the like. It helps if you pack a Master Chef with you for just such an occasion. This is why I take my husband with me.Coffee tastes better percolated outside.Full moons are just as bright as the dawn.Also bring with you a pyro. They make the best campfires (um, my husband again).Watching a lake

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I had this written and was waiting to post it when Mich put some of her thoughts on it on the Misfits blog. So here are mine.Stark. Desperate. Severe. Agitated.I don't know how often I agree or disagree with Oprah, and I'm certainly not one to go against Pulitzer Prize people (okay, so I might if I wanted to), which means, in the end, that, friends, readers, countrymen, please read this book.As

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Today, we have a guest blogger--Luke Damoff (who can also be found at his blog, hints and guesses). Besides being the son of the amazing writer, Jeanne Damoff, Luke is known for his poetry and for his heart for missions. Currently, Luke serves in Cote d'Ivoire doing medical missions. No, Luke is not a doctor. However, he felt called by God to heal the wounded in Africa so he works in the

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To be perfectly fair, the fantasy genre is not my expertise, just so you know as you read my thoughts on this book.Susan is stuck and depressed. She can't take one more argument between her kids. Her husband, Mark, decides to build her a getaway in the attic--a space where no one but her is allowed, where she can journal and pray and read to her heart's delight. But God had a different getaway in

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Don't get me wrong. I'm not a hater of technology. I like it. I like my laptop. I like my cell-phone. I especially like my coffee maker with the timer.But sometimes it bugs me that now, because of technology, when you're with someone, you're not really with someone (Godfather, anyone?). You meet a friend for tea, but their cell phone rings half a dozen times, so in the middle of a heart-to-heart

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Of course, there are thousands and thousands of influences--more than I know. From growing up on Anne of Green Gables and Nancy Drew and Janette Oke to digging in to Austen and Dickens to discovering new loves like Anne Tyler and Richard Russo and Lisa Samson. From practicing piano and flute to studying the symphony to poring over Kierkegaard.But there are two things that I keep in the front of

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Blank canvas syndrome.We all experience it. Okay, not all, but we don't like the people who don't. We talk about them behind their back.Everyone tells you to put butt in chair and write anyway. Anne Lamott looks at her one-inch picture frame for inspiration.I have no such words of wisdom.The rest of the non-wisdom post is at the Misfits.

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Today I'm going to tell you about a woman I've never met but have long admired. I don't know much of her ministry, but what I do know challenges me daily.She had nothing.She was a widow, poor. But she loved God and determined to give Him everything.The money she gave was neglatory compared to what the wealthy and businesses give just to get their tax write-offs. But she gave it all, and her

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“I don’t deserve to be treated like this,” the patient yelled at me.Neither did I.“If the doctor is running late, I should be called.Don’t you know that I have better things to do with my time?”Didn’t he know that I had better things to do with mine?These days, liberal arts degrees are used more often to answer phones than to wax Shakespearean. Many find contentment and meaning in their job is a

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To get your weekend going...Yesterday I went back to the English classes I guest taught last week to hear the stories they wrote. The eighth and ninth graders used the hero's journey to structure their stories, most of them taking the bones we created last week and fleshing them out, a few going down a different path. Let me tell you, those kids stepped up. We had psychadellic horror (Mich, Chris

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(and maybe why I can't sleep)As I lay in bed this morning listening to the high school band rehearse a few miles away with the tick-tick-ticking of their metronome, these questions went through my brain:What did poor Mr. or Mrs. Bubonic do to get such a devastating disease named for him or her?How on earth can one 50-yard skein of yard cost $100?What goes through a dog's brain? We know they have

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Is it a God-given right as our handy-dandy Declaration of Independenceclaims?I struggle with this question.On the one hand, let's be honest, I pursue it everyday. Who doesn't want to be happy? If you pursue a bad state of being, we call you a masochist and give you happy drugs.On the other hand, what would Job say? After everything was taken away from him and he sat in ashes in mourning demanding

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I was so proud of myself, of us, really. My husband, my parents, and I decided one Christmas morning to serve breakfast at a homeless shelter called GodTell.Yes, so spiritual.We spooned eggs on to their plates along with toast and hash browns, orange juice and coffee, and a smile, of course. Then I played some carols on the piano. Mary took us on a tour: the rooms, neat and clean, the storage

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Two things I want to continue from this morning:First, the speaking was plain, old-fashioned fun, especially the eighth and ninth graders. We went through the hero's journey (using Wizard of Oz), then we used it to come up with our own plot. The kids will take those bones and write their story, adding ligaments and tendons and muscles and flesh and all that jazz. I can't wait to hear how they

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I used to remember things. Whole paragraphs I'd tuck into a pot in the back of my mind without needing to write them down. They'd simmer and, when, ready, I'd collect them, full of spices melding flavors.Now, I have an idea for a post, and by the time I type in the URL, poof! It's gone.I make a better magician than an historian.No matter. I plug ahead.This morning I have the opportunity to guest

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The war was against the pirates.No, it's not Pirates of the Caribbean. It's my dream. Go to the Misfits to read the rest.

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A couple of weeks ago, before I got distracted by the land that I love (aka New Jersey), I told you about the upcoming Mondays that would highlight people incarnating Christ's love and truth. The time is here.I've decided to call it Mentor Monday because these are people that are doing what I talk about doing. The Apostle Paul said in one of his letters that the new believers should emulate him.

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This book is quirky, provocative, and hilarious. Over-caffeinated barista (baristo if male?) James discovers God has given him a super-power--leaping (or transporting) from one place to another. It's an odd power, he knows, but it's there. The question is, should he use it for good? Even if it gets him into trouble? The guy's a worry-wart and has trust issues, which makes for some laugh-out-loud

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I'm back. Visiting your roots, your childhood and your parents' childhoods, refreshes the soul.Since this was a research trip for me (and it worked--it answered a lot of questions about my current WIP and got some ideas germinating for two more), I took pictures. Tons of pictures (if a picture is worth a 1000 words, how many words does that make--and, more importantly, Misfits, does that count

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Today you'll find me frolicing (frolicking?) in Misfit sand.

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I’m still in Jersey and am putting a PowerPoint presentation together to convince my hubby that we should move to NJ. So here we go. (Man, do I love this place.)Hoagies (warning—there will be a lot of food on this list; my mom and I planned our trip more around food than even family): don’t even think about calling them subs.Philly cheesesteaksPanzzerottis (told there’d be food): not anything

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Welcome, folks, to today's celebrity deathmatch. In the one corner weighing in at feisty and beautiful (you didn't think we'd actually reveal a woman's weight, did you?) and wearing a red kimono dress with intricate embroidery and a gold brocade collar, we have loud Asian chick, Camy Tang. In the other corner, weighing in at deranged and tall and wearing a spacesuit, we have mad-genius physicist

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In no particular order:- singing "Let My Words Be Few"--can you sing this at an author's conference?- having an editor spill coffee on me--this is an excellent ice breaker and warrants enough guilt for the editor to ask for a proposal- having an agent tell me that she loves my red highlights (which I translate as "I'd love to represent you")- overhearing other women bragging about my husband

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Coming to you live from the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) Conference where three of the Misfits (our critique conference) each placed 2nd in their categories on the Genesis award (unpublished work).Angie Poole--Contemporary Fiction with Gravehopping with MyrnaChris Mikesell--Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Allegory with RevivalJenny Cary--Romantic Suspense with On the CourtI'd like to think I was a

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I don't have much to say and yet I have so much to say. My dad used to sing a song to me:Running over, running overMy cup is full and running overSince the Lord saved meI'm as happy as can beMy cup is full and running overThis week, God has been working in me through the Psalms, through Psalms I've loved for years, Psalms I'm rediscovering, and Psalms I'm noticing for the first time.I'm a writer,

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I write to communicate, whether to be understood, to reveal evil or revel inbeauty, to tell a good story, to point to Someone transcendent.To hear more about James Joyce duking it out with Jesus (okay, that might be a slight exxageration, but what's a writer if not hyperbolic?), go visit the Misfits blog.

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127:1 If the Lord does not build a house,then those who build it work in vain.If the Lord does not guard a city,then the watchman stands guard in vain.127:2 It is vain for you to rise early, come home late,and work so hard for your food.Yes, he can provide for those whom he loves even when they sleep.Psalm 127 (a song of ascents, by Solomon)A few weeks ago, it hit me. ACFW conference approacheth.

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I've always wanted red hair. I think you know why, but in addition to Anne, there's also Little Orphan Annie (whose sheets I grew up sleeping on and whose movie I sang to more times than Rainman told Tom Cruise he was a very good driver), and if you consider the 1999 revival with Bernadette Peters (who happens to be a favorite of mine), Annie Oakley (from Annie Get Your Gun, after whom my car was

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A few weeks ago while working in the yard (okay, so Chris was working and I was reading--details, details), we found an amalgamated mess of twigs and coconut husk in one of our hanging plants on the patio. Chris peeked into the planter and a bird flew out, hitting him in the glasses. I don't know who startled more, Chris, me, or the bird. We left the nest because, hey, we're not

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The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai is set in the 1980s during the beginning of the Nepalese revolution for independence from India. It's about a retired Indian judge who wishes he was English (along with the rest of his Anglophile, upperclass neighbors), his orphaned granddaughter, his cook, and his precious dog, Mutt, whom he prefers company to than any human. There's also the cook's son who

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I'm up at the Misfits today. Here's a sneak peek:"Oh, I've always wanted to write," people say when I tell them I'm an author. I get the varieties, the I-have-a-novel-in-me, the my-grandmother's-memoirs type, the I-blog-hence sort, the Madonna-wrote-a-children's-book-so-why-can't-I. You know, the I've-always-wanted-to-play-piano people.*It gets better: I confess my inability to ride a bike and my

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I'm organizing a blog tour for friend, mentor, and author extraordinaire, Sandi Glahn. It will be from mid-October to mid-November for her newest release, Informed Consent, a novel.Sandi has written numerous books, including popular nonfiction (some of which have been translated into a few different languages), Bible studies, and novels, including CBA bestseller and Christy finalist, Lethal

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Madeleine L'Engle, most famous for her Newbery-Award winning Wrinkle in Time (and the rest of the series), died September 6 at the age of 88.L'Engle, along with L.M. Montgomery and Louisa May Alcott, is part of the reason that I am a reader and a writer today. I keep a copy of Herself, a book of snippets about life and writing, at my bedside.For you creative types, I highly recommend reading her

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Here's Nessun Dorma (by Puccini) in honor of a great singer who brought beauty to many.Goodbye, Pavarotti

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I had the opportunity to interview Heather Jamison, author and missionary in Africa, for Kindred Spirit. She works with Adopt A Legacy to incarnate God's love to orphans.“In a nation with millions of orphans and abandoned children, it would bedifficult not to get involved with orphans,” Heather says, “especially in lightof God’s teaching us that true religion is looking after the orphans and

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For your entertainment straight from The Onion:LOS ANGELES—Cable network Animal Planet announced its most ambitious foray into reality-TV programming yet Monday with The Zoo, a weekly, hourlong show in which members of a diverse, all-animal cast square off in a single 3,200-square-foot home in the San Fernando Valley."Sparks—and fur—are sure to fly when animals from 11 different ecosystems share

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Has the potter no right to make from the same lump of clay one vessel for special use and another for ordinary use? (Romans 9:21)What if I'm Pharaoh? Or Esau? Okay, so I know that those examples are bad because I know that I'm a child of God. But what if I'm ordinary?What if I'm not Esther or Ruth or even Rahab? What if my "for such a time as this" comes down to doing the laundry on a regular

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I loved this book. Two families, one your typical Caucasian (loud and opinionated), another immigrants from Iran, are thrown together when they both adopt Korean daughters. It's a mismatch, and the Iranian grandmother, Maryam, can't understand why her son, Sami, and his wife, Ziba, want to cultivate the relationship. They, on the other hand, can't understand why she refuses to give up her

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Miles Davis was young and sat in on these jazz sessions, and he couldn't do what he wanted to do. He would get up in these high registers on the trumpet and squeak and squawk because he had these brilliant ideas, but he didn't have the chops to do anything with them yet.Today, I get inspired by bebop jazz. For all you cool cats out there, skat over to the Misfits blog.

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"You're singing to your audience, aren't you?" my friend said to me in the car.I blinked."I can tell when you get into the music because you look like you're singing on stage looking out to your audience. Or conducting. Or playing piano. Whichever."Caught.You know that scene in An American in Paris where the grouchy too-old child prodigy conducts the piece he wrote and plays every instrument (in

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Two things--no, three--happened today (well, yesterday by the time you read this post) that made me stop and consider my writing.First, I had nightmares last night that kept me from sleeping well. Awake every half hour until I got up at six--yes, that's six in the morning, which I happen to consider an ungodly hour. When I'm queen of the world, it will be outlawed. My insomnia has decided to make

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Forget going to the Misfits' blog for my post today. I'd much rather you go to Sandi Glahn's blog for her post on gender roles (for lack of a better term).

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I'm up at the Misfits blog today, which is all about words.

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Really?

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I don't have much art training. I have one art appreciation class I took in college (and the only thing I remember from that is a lecture on corsets complete with pictures of a woman's rearranged innards from said corset and a comparison with Chinese footwear), and the childhood field trips. Since then, I have attempted to make up for it. I go to exhibits and museums and make such studious

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I confess. I loved this book. I fell in love with the characters and didn't want to say goodbye to them. It felt like one of those guilty pleasures. There are two POV's: Cornelia, a thirtysomething manager of a cafe who fell into the job because after college and a short foray into grad school (quickly ended), she didn't know what else to do. She's passionate about old movies and old objects that

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Don your black mourning. Our country's literacy is in the red. I saw this article today in the Dallas Morning News that covers a poll done which shows that 1 in 4 adults read no books last year. 27% of our population read no books last year. I'm still trying to let it sink, hopefully before the entire book industry does.Some of the findings were standard: more women read than men, and of those

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I like my steaks to pretend that they've seen the fire from a distance. Purple and juicy and zapping with flavor. I like my characters the same way.For the rest of the story, go to the Misfit's blog (kind of feels like a Choose Your Own Adventure, huh?).

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My passion is to incarnate Christ's love to a hurting world. We are the Body of Christ, the Church, and God calls us to a great adventure, to reaching out and loving our neighbors and the nations both as the Church and individually.I'm happy to speak to your women's group, college group, or singles group including retreats, special events, and small groups.Past topics include:Here Comes the Bride

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What constitutes work? Is it the paycheck? The sweat on your brow? Does it allude to a dislike of the task?I struggle with this question because of my current situation. I work, right? I teach flute and piano lessons. I write. I speak. But between the part-time music teaching, the speaking gigs, and the odd writing or editing jobs (and when I saw odd, I mean odd), I can have as much to write off

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1. I'm going to Jersey! My mom and I decided to go the last week of September to visit relatives. We'll see the ocean (YAY!--although by that time, it will be much too cold to swim or don bathing suit even, though I will most likely venture a toe in until I can't feel it any longer) and eat. I'm already planning our menu. Hoagies, cheesesteaks, Italian water ice (pronounce wooter ice),

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