My book, Great Love for Life: How to Find & Keep Love that Truly Satisfies, could be titled The Book that Almost Wasn’t. If nobody’s told you before, let me be the first. Grief can suck the life right outa your libido. A couple years ago, our family lost my mom & dad after a […]
This morning, God gave a very sweet gift of insight that left me blubbering.
For the past ten years of praying and writing, I’ve gone with God’s leading. I’ve laughed off the fact I’m an author genre-jumper, thus a publisher’s nightmare. This morning God gave a little glimpse of the blueprint He’s had in mind the whole time—
“One Night With A Rock Star” will always hold a special place in my heart since it represents those heady days when I fell passionately in love with writing.
In the summer of 2005, I woke from a dream involving a favorite singing star and a much younger me.
Why do I do this? Is it because I enjoy grossing you out with horror stories of what can happen, the tales of sterility and pain and nasty, nightmare growths in unmentionable places—even the possibility of dying due to disease: Am I bored? Not enough to do with a husband, four kids and a writing career I love? Is it money?
Nah. This is for free.