Embracing the Anachronisms ~ Guest post by Rachel Rossano “An anachronism is a chronological inconsistency in some arrangement, especially a juxtaposition of person(s), events, objects, or customs from different periods of time.” – Wikipedia I love history. Since I was a child, I would pore over tomes of paintings, accounts of long ago events, and maps. Listening to my father’s retellings of his research for his doctrinal thesis or discussing the reasons someone’s representation of the past was wrong, I would collect facts and ideas and store them for later. In my teenage years, I was completely fascinated with Henry the VIII of England and the whole dynasty he was trying to preserve by divorcing, beheading, and out living his wives. In my young adult years, it was World War II that drew my interest. My nose was always in a book. All that said, I bet you are surprised … click here to read the full article.
Happy New Year, everyone! Below is the first post of 2017, please read and share it around. I’m starting off with a much needed feel-good series. I put out a call for stories from folks who enjoy helping others or who have been helped. It doesn’t matter whether it’s family, friends, or strangers. If you have a story to share, please reach out to me at email@example.com. From Julie~ According to my mother, I’ve always had a gift for caring for others. I’ve helped a lot of people in my 53-years of life but a few always stick in my head. I remember being sixteen and landing my first tax paying job. My father struck a deal with me. He said when I thought I had enough for a car he would match my savings. It was going real good until I found out that my parents wouldn’t be able to buy my brother a three-piece suit … click here to read the full article.
Special Guest Post by J. Grace Pennington Once upon a time, there was a girl who was often beset by strong, extreme emotions. Happiness was bliss. Sadness was despair. And despair was more prevalent than bliss. Her emotions carried her wildly along from one feeling to the next, until she found it nearly impossible to rise above circumstances and feelings to a state of peace. An emotional girl. One of many ways she sought to process these emotions was writing. Writing stories about things she cared about. Writing poetry that captured what was in her heart. She wrote about things that excited her, things that affected her, things that weighed on her. She wrote when she felt like it, and she wrote when she didn’t. She wrote in her journal, and she wrote in notebooks, and she wrote on the computer. A writer. Another way she found to cope with … click here to read the full article.
When I started this blog, I named it Ramblings because I didn’t ever want to be tied to one topic. When I started interviewing girls who self-harmed, I realized how much I preferred doing interviews over the basic blog write up. It’s a good thing I consider others way more interesting than blogging my own thoughts and opinions constantly, right? Since then, I’ve talked to numerous people and have covered a plethora of topics. My favorite is talking to people who are willing to share their stories. People who are willing to be honest and forthcoming about their circumstances and their history. I found another one of those individuals and I really enjoyed speaking with him. Take a look! This is Olusheyi Banjo. I saw his video on a friend’s timeline. After listening to his song that keeps you humming long after it’s done, I immediately wanted to know his story. … click here to read the full article.
Guest Post by Kate Golden Recently my 3-year-old Michael and I were at the local laundromat enduring our weekly washing ritual. This laundromat saves any items left behind by patrons on a large back table, and if no one claims them after several weeks they are donated to the Topeka Rescue Mission. (Yay!) There is usually some pretty nice stuff there, and likely where all of the lonely missing socks go when they enter the magic portals in your home washing machines, never to return! That day in the stack of clothes Michael found a pretty little girl’s skirt in three ruffled shades of his favorite color, purple. Ecstatic, he presented it to me and immediately began tugging it on over his jeans. When he had it on I watched him “swish” happily side to side and run off to play with the toy dump truck he’d brought to … click here to read the full article.
Hey, folks! Remember this little girl’s name and face because I’m certain you’ll be seeing her on your TV screen in the very near future! Kaliyah is a little girl with a big dream. Lucky for her, she has a mom who is willing to help her make it happen. Not long ago, I did an interview with Officer Deon Joseph, a.k.a. The Skid Row Cop. Well, he knows Kaliyah and her mom, Emmethia. A couple of weeks ago, I saw one of these videos below on his Facebook page and immediately became interested in Kaliyah’s story. Watch them and then see what Kaliyah’s mom has to say about her talented daughter. Hi, Emmethia! Glad to have you! E: I’m glad to be here. Thanks for having us. My pleasure! So, tell me, when did Kaliyah start showing signs of talent. E: Well, she originally started doing pageants at the age of eight months and continued … click here to read the full article.
Guest post by Faith Blum Last July when I wrote the novel that inspired three novellas, I had no idea how pertinent they would be to my life as I edited The Solid Rock. Some of the themes tackled in TSR were depression, trusting God no matter what, and doing the right thing even when it’s hard. In July, it was easy to write that because it was such a great month and everything seemed to be going well, especially my writing. I wrote about 60,000 words in 32 days. By hand. Then a couple of months passed. I don’t remember exactly what was going on at the time, but when I started reading through TSR and editing it, I was feeling a bit down. Not quite depressed, but not joyful. And trusting God and doing the right thing were a bit challenging for me at the time. I honestly … click here to read the full article.
Hey, everyone! I am so excited to share my most recent interview with you. Please welcome Officer Deon Joseph, a.k.a. The Skid Row Cop. His work as an advocate for the people of Skid Row has garnered a lot of much-needed attention to the problems that plague the homeless in Los Angeles. He does it with heart, hard work and when appropriate, humor. He’s very entertaining! Before I go any further, let me tell you something. Many of you know that I’m from Topeka, Kansas. We’re the capital, but not all that big. I pay a lot of attention to things that concern the homeless population locally, but I’d never heard of The Skid Row Cop in L.A. One day, I saw the below video on the internet. Not only was I intrigued by the subject matter, but it came at a time when our news was filled with a … click here to read the full article.
Hi, everyone! So I have something for those of you who read my debut novel, Memoirs of a Girl Who Loves God. I’ve been working on the sequel since last year and it’s about 2/3 of the way done. I know, I know. I’m slow. In my defense, I’ve written nearly three novelettes in between then and now including, That’s How She Rolls which is available in the anthology titled, Where the Light May Lead. If you haven’t downloaded it yet . . . what are you waiting for? It’s free for now, but won’t stay that way forever. Currently, I’m working on a short story that should be finished this week. Well, the first draft anyway, then I promise I’ll get this sequel book wrapped up. I don’t have a title for book two yet. In fact, I don’t even have the cover. A photo-shoot is on the horizon. In … click here to read the full article.
guest post by Alex McGilvery Eighteen months ago I worked full time as a minister, wrote books and edited two or three books a month for other people. Today it’s a struggle to get up in the morning. I work on a bit of editing, and occasionally get some of my own writing done. It started as pain, the more we treated it the worse it got. I finally decided to stop all the pain meds to learn just how bad the underlying issue was. In the meantime, pain spiraled into depression which had me staring at the ceiling trying to find the energy to get up in the morning. At the same time, I started struggling with words and memory, and self-discipline had vanished as if I’d suddenly become ADHD. It was all just too much work. I went on disability just before I began the process of quitting … click here to read the full article.