Gifts come in many forms. Today, my gift came in the form of spending two hours with Jane Kurtz, talking about the ups and downs of writing for children and gleaning her wisdom on every subject from agents to plotting. Ahh, this business of writing is hard and wonderful and frustrating and fulfilling.
But I guess that's the way it is with everything that's worth doing.
As I was getting out of the car to attend my first dance at Taft Junior High in Crown Point, Indiana, my mom gave me a four-word sermon: "Remember who you are." At the time, I thought that was a stupid thing to say. But obviously, I still remember those words--and now think they are rather profound. So who am I? A wife who has traveled around the world with a very intelligent man with supreme integrity. The mom of three kids--all different...but all capable of making amazing changes in the world. A writer who wants to inspire kids (young and old) to have passion for life and live to their holy potential. And now, a blogger writing on the side.