In third grade, I tried out for a community play. I earned the prestigious role of Mouse #3 in Cinderella, and for months, I diligently practiced my one line. “Make way for Cinderella!” Family and friends were invited to the play to witness my big debut, but I didn’t get a chance to speak my line. Instead,  greedy Mouse #2  spoke my line and her’s and therefore, I had nothing to say. My mother bought me a new white shirt for the big performance! I was wearing make-up! I was w

You. guys. Thank you for blowing it up on social media about GUTSY GIRLS: Strong Chritian Women Who Impacted the World. Thank you for buying the book for your girl and buying it for girls you know and buying it for your Sunday School class, and buying it for your entire preschool class (!!). Wowza. Thank you for photos like this. And this. Oh and of course, thank you for photos like this. Thank you for taking the time to write reviews. I know this is a pain, but potential boo

Look at these two. The girl on the left is me (My husband saw this picture and asked if I ate a lot of cheese when I was young. You may wonder the same thing. The answer is yes), and the girl on the right is Beverly. Beverly is a lot of things fabulous, and Beverly is also my cousin. Growing up, I wrote. That’s what I did. I wrote terrible angst filled poems. I wrote a community newspaper for my trailer park. I wrote fiction that was bad and nonfiction that was worse. I wrote