Beyond Me (in memory of Karen Hayes) Mindlessly scrolling, a familiar photo pops up with the death announcement of the queen of skinny...

4:00 p.m. It’s Friday, December 7th. I’m on time at Curious Craftsman, a shop in Norfork, Arkansas, ready to sign books for four hours....

I am in Little Rock, standing in front of capable poets. For half a minute, I wonder why I’m there. These people are smart and know the...

I read these words this past week in someone else’s writing. My heart immediately jumped. Confirmation. Me, too. God called me to write,...

All I know to do is wait. Wait, pray, ask for help, and hold these feelings. I messed up on the computer. It means my pictures,...

“Good question. I write because I must.” Later, when I am alone, I ponder the question. Why do I write? Writing certainly gobbles up my...

My art teacher placed paper and pencil in front of me. Then she arranged a few zinnias and put the vase on the table. Her instruction was...