At thirteen, I dedicated my life to Christ when He saved me from being engulfed in a fire. Yes, I know it was God. At that time, I didn’t think my life as worth saving. He did. I decided that God wanted me to teach others about His mercy and grace. So, I set out to make that my career. As a religion major at Trinity University in San Antonio, Texas, I received the American Bible Society’s Religion Major of the Year Award. I then studied for three semesters in seminary – until life happened and God shut that door. I got married, had a son, and became a working mom. It would be thirty years before He opened a window – writing and speaking about Him.
Three people in three states told me I should write for a living. They always liked the articles I wrote for the church bulletin or newsletter, or my catching-up emails. They said I had “a knack”. I had taken creative writing in high school and college and loved it. Yeah, I was the nerd who actually liked to do research papers. I’d always loved the smell of libraries. (Funny how you forget these things.) So I took a quickie online course and began to bid freelance work. I got several jobs right off the bat. I figured this had to be a God-driven thing, so I told Him I would tithe my writing day first to Him. That was in 2008. Now, I am a member of Advanced Writers & Speakers Association, American Christian Fiction Writers, North Texas Christian Writers, My Book Therapy, DiAnn Mill’s Ripplers Group, The Christians Writers Group, and Christian Writers Fellowship International. I am also a Daughter of the Holy Cross (an inter-denominational and international women’s group dedicated to prayer, service and evangelism) and Toastmasters International.
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As Janie and Betsy Ann go for their morning jog, the city sanitation vehicle follows its normal five-mile
Tuesday morning route through their retirement community of Sunset Acres. The two Bunco-playing biddies
spot a leg dangling out of the dumpster when the truck lifts the trash container high in the air. Someone
diced up one of their newest residents—a grouchy loner named Edwin Newman. Did he unpack too much
of his dicey past when he moved in last weekend?
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