I was 14 and homeless. And that was only the beginning.
2020. Most people might be celebrating the end of a brutal year, but I prefer to encourage us all to focus upon the bright spots of 2020, no matter how […]
I remember raising my hands as a police officer stuck his head into the driver door, weapon drawn.
“Don’t shoot,” I said.
I was about seven years old.
The beauty of fiction is best revealed when the reader looks through his own eyes, when he or she applies his or her personal history to the text.
I feel honored to have been named President of the Lancaster Christian Writers association. My thanks to Jeanette Windle for all she has done for the past 13 years. I’m […]