November to remember.

My November looked like this: Me at my desk, morning, noon, and night (sometimes in the middle of the night), writing the next book. Me with a cup of tea with milk and honey. Me with my dog curled beside me. Me with a blanket. Me with my Bible. Me writing and writing in my journal. Me taking breaks to...

Courage, Dear Heart.

“Drinian’s hand shook on the tiller and a line of cold sweat ran down his face. The same idea was occurring to everyone on board. ‘We shall never get out,...

Show Me How to Comfort

Dearest readers, please join me in welcoming my friend, Robin Horne, to the Kindred Spirit blog as she encourages us to comfort others in their times of need. Robin is...