The Professor's Writing Wife

I have been a storyteller for as long as I can remember.  As a young child, my baby dolls and Barbie dolls with their child-inflicted haircuts, were the main characters in whatever adventure, calamity or love story I created. When the middle school years rolled around, I discovered the cool art of entertaining and evoking emotions with the power of how I strung words together in my shaky, cursive handwriting on wide-ruled notebook paper.  By high school, my writing evolved from simple storytelling to thought-provoking essays and even the beginnings of a book born out of a story writing challenge between myself, a friend of mine and her boyfriend to see who could write the best story.  The book never came to be, but the four days of frenzied writing made an indelible impression on me and I ended at page thirty-two with a realization that I absolutely loved writing.  But I was scared by what I had written. It didn't matter that my friend and her boyfriend concluded tha...

 Have you ever experienced times in your life when a central theme seems to be screaming at you through a book you are reading, people you are interacting with or a topic being discussed, all in the span of a day or two?  That happened to me a couple of weeks ago. Apparently I needed to be reminded about time.    I and a friend of mine have a book club which consists of the whopping amount of... the two of us. We take turns selecting a book and send voice texts with our thoughts and the points we want to make as we read through the book. Our current book is one she had selected titled  The Broken Way,  by Ann Voskamp. The Broken Way: A Daring Path Into the Abundant Life by Ann Voskamp  At least twice a month I make the forty-five minute drive down to my parent's house to visit and help with whatever they need. The drive to their place is mostly long country roads, perfect for listening to music or, as in the case of this past Friday, an audiobook. As I...