Faith, Fiction, Friends

Pastor Bill Grandi has three posts last week on his rereading of my  Dancing Priest  series. On Tuesday, Bill discussed  the difficulty of r...

The Dancing Priest novels seem to be back in the fiction-becomes-fact business.  Last week, after saying he would not resign, Archbishop of ...

In 2012, I had a conversation with my publisher about the future novels planned in the Dancing Priest series.  Dancing Priest   had been pub...

A mother's last words, a father's final message, and a strange painting: Michael Kent-Hughes faces personal tragedy, one that ...

Writing a novel is a hard, lonely work. You often struggle through a story, writing and rewriting and editing and deleting whole sectio...

Where does a story come from? The idea for my novel  Dancing Prophet   came from the my regular route for riding my bike, and the n...

“I was afraid, Dad,” Jason said, “if I said what had happened, then you or no one else would have wanted to adopt me.” “My son,” Mi...

An older American couple stood in line ahead of them. “You have a beautiful child,” the lady said, turning toward them.” Sarah smil...

“No one’s home,” said an elderly woman standing on the porch next door. “She left early this morning with a suitcase, so she must have ...

Canon Martin Land powered on his mobile, punching in a number he knew by heart. “It’s Land,” he said. “I was watching the press con...

He looked out  of the window into the darkness of the underground. Almost ten months earlier, Trevor’s life had changed with a single ph...

Martha Orlando at Meditations of My Heart posted a wonderful review of my novel Dancing Prophet today: Deuteronomy 18:18 I will raise ...

“I’ve been going ‘round to churches,” Michael said, “talking about reformation. It was something I felt called to do, even before we le...