I sat on a rough log as a gentle breeze formed ripples on the lake in front of me. A song brought tears of grief. As I sat, a pelican appear...

  Reading a Story I write because it is one way I work out my thoughts. I draw to relax. These are just two ways of interacting with the wor...

What does it feel like to experience God’s pleasure? There are times, as Ramona suggests, when writing flows easily. Perhaps that i...

Is your experience is like mine? Do some consider your writing a sort of escape, a hiding place, a monastic cell—looking and comme...