The glamorous life of a writer: Part 2: Bar hunting in the swamplands

So let me contrast the notion of glamor with the reality of the moment, because as I’m typing this, I have a damp bottom and an aching knee and I’m still working on my first cup of coffee. Yesterday afternoon my publicist sent a reminder for this morning’s live radio interview. The station would call on my cell phone. Unfortunately, last night I discovered that our condo is ideal for a paranoid schizophrenic who would love to seal…

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The glamorous life of a writer: Part 1: The Red Carpet

I thought nobody would believe this title to be anything but sarcastic. Still, there is an idea in some people’s mind that when you have written a book, you are a celebrity. To me this word – celebrity – suggests that you are on a red carpet wherever you go and everyone recognizes your name. In contrast, I have been in the Red Carpet Inn and nobody can pronounce my name. (I did get a few comments about…

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A lesson from a gecko

Allow me to take a step out of my mom suit into my office suit for today’s musing about grace in the workplace. It’s been bothering me for a while that there is a chasm between workplace values and the ones we applaud when we’re in our “spiritual mode.” Could we as Christian business folk be dedicated to applying Biblical principles in finance and to being unashamedly ethical, yet find ourselves in the shoes of Pharisees – or…

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Flashbacks of a ferry fiasco

My son was about two. That says enough if you know about two year olds. It says my life was spinning out of control, my blood pressure was probably high most of the time and my son’s life was not always safe in my hands. This comes with the territory. What also comes with the territory is a long string of apologies: “Sorry, he didn’t have his nap. Sorry, he only bites when he feels threatened. Sorry, I…

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The Sunday Sanity Secret

Today was one of those Sundays I dread: the ones when I have to cook for visitors. I am working my way through a seemingly endless list of possible ways to mess up a meal. I have done overcooking, undercooking, forgetting to switch on the oven, letting things boil over onto the oven’s element so that the house is permeated with a stench that resembles the burning ash heaps of Cairo (I’ve actually smelled these, so I should…

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