Okay, I don’t really have an office. I work at my kitchen table, on my back deck, on the couch and sometimes when I’m feeling exceptionally lazy, on my bed in my pjs. (In fact, I’m still wearing my pjs right now. Shhh…don’t tell anyone.) Corey and I, along with our two oldest boys and…… Continue reading Out of the Office – July 19-28
Category: Life
Can We Truly Know Peace Without Also Knowing Fear?
Thursday, June 14, 7:15 a.m. The storm has turned the highway into a river. White-knuckled and blinded by the pounding rain on my windshield, I want to be anywhere but here. I pray for the rain to stop. This is what fear feels like. Friday, June 15, 8:15 a.m. My stagnant little creek bed has…… Continue reading Can We Truly Know Peace Without Also Knowing Fear?
The Vietnam War and Sacrifice Gave My Brother His Name
(I originally wrote the following post about freedom and sacrifice for inspireafire.com last year. I thought Memorial Day was an appropriate time to publish a slightly revised version.) Keith. That’s the name of my dad’s best boyhood friend. It’s also my brother’s name. My brother carries Keith’s name because Keith Kahlstorf was only allowed…… Continue reading The Vietnam War and Sacrifice Gave My Brother His Name
I Have a Literary Agent But What Does That Mean?
A couple weeks ago I excitedly posted a photo of my contract with Credo Communications (and a photo of the steak I ate in celebration.) Since then a lot of people have been asking me what having a literary agent means. BOOK WRITING Writing a book is a crazy long process. In fact, I would…… Continue reading I Have a Literary Agent But What Does That Mean?
I Have a Literary Agent (I Pinched Myself and I’m Not Dreaming)
So this happened. I signed a contract with a literary agent. Not just “a” literary agent, but the exact literary agent I was hoping for. As of this week, I am officially represented by Karen Neumair at Credo Communications. And according to my contract, I am hereinafter called the AUTHOR. Oh boy. That word connected…… Continue reading I Have a Literary Agent (I Pinched Myself and I’m Not Dreaming)