Faith, Fiction, Friends

In my novel  Brookhaven , the teenaged Sam McClure has three fateful encounters with John Haygood. The three happen in successive years, and...

I’m always suspicious of Facebook messages coming from people I don’t know. If it seems that a message might possibly be legitimate, I’ll ch...

The title for this post is something of a “Well, duh” kind of title. For a story to work well, it’s the characters who have to take over and...

The  news report  made quite a splash. Researchers at Durham University in the U.K. teamed up with  The Guardian newspaper and the  Edi...

It’s been 50 years since I read Nathaniel Hawthorne’s  The Scarlett Letter  in my high school American literature class. What I vague...

The archbishop of York had had enough. “What the bishop is trying to say, Michael, is that it’s been decided that you will be assigned ...

Dancing Priest , my first novel and the first in the Dancing Priest series, is free on Amazon Kindle this week. It was published se...

“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 ...

I try to remember when the reality of what had happened to us finally sunk in. I had a glimpse when I saw thousands camped out at the h...

As Michael entered the dorm lobby with his bike and backpack, the housemaster stopped him. “Mr. Kent, you’ve got a visitor. She’s been ...

“Josh,” Zena said, “there’s something in Michael that speaks to you, and I suspect speaks deeply. He thinks the world of you, but it’s ...

That evening at dinner, Michael raised the issue. “We have a sixth family, Jason.” “Yes?” he said, his eyes hopeful but wary. “...