At the beginning of October this year, I joined Hope*Writers. I received an email detailing this special group and as I read the words, my soul danced.

I knew I had to join. Thankfully, I received this email because membership had opened up and I was getting an invite to be a part of something wonderful. Something I think God was calling me to join.

Being a writer can be lonely, especially in my little town of Cartersville. I’d have to travel to sit in with any writing groups and traveling isn’t my thing right now.

God sent me a little nudge to join Hope*Writers and it’s turning out to be a blessing… actually a fountain of blessings.

I already knew what I had been doing wasn’t going to continue to work. My dream is for writing to be full time and pay the bills. I’m nowhere near that so I knew something has to change. Continue reading →

I’m afraid of fire alarms. Like, really afraid, can keep me up at night if I let it, afraid.

Crazy, huh?

I know it’s a silly fear, especially since I know how it started.

I was in the third grade and was sent to the office to drop off something for my third-grade teacher, Ms. Ely.

When I finished my task, Mr. Peterson told me something and I couldn’t understand him. Instead of asking him to repeat himself, I just nodded my understanding and made my way back to the classroom.

This happened a lot and I still nod my head when I don’t understand someone, even after asking several times. Eventually, I just give up and nod my head in agreement.