You’ve asked me what editors do. And some day, I’ll tell you. Today, though, I’ll tell you what editors don’t do. They don’t make mistakes. Except for when they do. And then when they do, they make ’em big. Like, Texas hair big. The surface of a full moon big. Really, really big. To prove this point and to rid my over-active conscience of at … Continue reading the confessions and absolutions of a contrite editor

Last night, I put the last period on the last sentence of the first book I’ve ever written, a book that addresses the Church’s enduring need to care for those who are single. It’s meant for pastors and congregations, for married couples and for those still flying solo. And, because I’m feeling slightly exhilarated (or is that exhausted?), here’s a sneak peek. No matter how … Continue reading it is finished

Now that it costs approximately three gold bars and a handful of NSA secrets (which totals roughly 46 cents) to send a letter, it’s my firm belief that the letter ought to at least be worth sending. Thanks to my dear friend Hannah–who not only bakes delicious scones, rocks her baby, takes care of her husband, and brews a delightful pot of tea–I’ve learned that … Continue reading NSA secrets