Secret to the best Christmas ever

2012-12-22 23.16.43I want to wish you a Merry Christmas. My favorite Christmas was as a 10-year-old girl. My dad was a school teacher, and we had at least 6 kids by then. We didn’t get many presents that year. I was old enough to realize we were poor and tried to put on a happy face so that mom didn’t feel any worse than she probably did for our meager gifts.

After we’d opened up presents, my mom left to visit a family in our church that had just emigrated from Nigeria. They had a large family like ours and were new to the area and didn’t know many people. Mom came back from visiting them and gathered us together. She told us that the Makani family (I’ve changed names) had NO Christmas at all—no tree, no gifts, no anything. She asked us to pick one of our own gifts and wrap it back up to give to one of the Makani children.

I will confess that I was quite upset Continue reading

Bent Wrists Lesson 10: Flickering Insight

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Writing is hard!  It hurts your wrists and back from hours scribbling with a pen or hunched over a computer.  It hurts your brain coming up with intricate plots that won’t bore a reader to tears.  It hurts your heart when you have to hurt your baby—that character you adore that you have to stretch out on the gauntlet in order to force them to expose themself on the page.

So why do we write when it’s such a painful, grueling process?  There seems to be a lot of us out there that still write.  Are we masochists? Continue reading