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Rain or Shine

Rain or Shine, the past year or two I’ve been busy enjoying the stories and illustrations of my fellow colleagues, bright children’s book authors, and clever illustrators.

Whether you’re hiding away at home from the rain, or outdoor in the sunshine, there’s a lot of good books worth reading, viewing, and sharing.

What are some of your recommendations?

Mastering Storytelling

My father would sometimes take us to visit his place of work, a studio shaping clay models of cars.  My sisters and I would get to explore the drawers of tools, markers, and clay.  We’d crossed through elegant spacious rooms filled with drafting tables, huge sheets of white paper, and every color of pencil imaginable. Sneaking peeks of the works laid out by designers were often sleek and vibrant concept cars or yachts in neon, purples and oranges that made us giggle at such outlandish ideas for trucks, sedans and minivans. Into his work space, my father’s desk would be covered in canary yellow sheets with fine point black pen scribblings of circles, ovals and boulders. A rolling set of drawers housed his treasured tools – the rounded metal shapes, the wooden dowels, and other handcrafted gear that would sometimes match those drawings from his desk. These tools were his ticket to mastering and perfecting shapes.

At home the crafting, sculpting and artistry never ended. He’d pick up stones from the beach, pebbles from the driveway and find the curves he’d expand, expound and experiment with at work. Mugs, vases, and sculptures made on the potter’s wheel, out of plaster molds, or carved out of lumber scraps abounded the spaces and shelves of sheds out back. My sisters and I would interrupt him to play with clay, help with art projects, and hear stories. We’d craft messes and discover the vast collection of colors and glazes that would later become decorations on my mother’s walls or gifts to grandparents. My parents do not have college degrees nor have they possessed sports cars like the one’s my father help resurrect from paper and form into a shape that we’d see a few years later on the road.

But there were quiet moments of learning, reflection and study by faith. It was in one of these quiet moments in my father’s studio that I began to conjure my own shapes and stories. I recall one day he’d lined up a row of raw porcelain vases and was preparing them for the kiln.  His process was to reach for a vase in the first stages of formation, use a brush and coat it with a thick layer of glaze; then, slip it gracefully onto a rack for drying. If all went well, those grey painted vases would make it into the kiln for firing and they’d return as glossy colorful pieces.

As with everything in life, things don’t go according to plan. Sometimes a vase would fall from his fingers and shatter on the concrete floor of the garage. He wouldn’t yell or stop though. He’d simply reach for another vase and say, “No sense in worrying about that.” Even when every single piece would return from the kiln broken or warped or twisted, he’d take a breath and say, “Well, that didn’t turn out exactly as I’d planned.” Nothing was wasted, not even the broken pieces.  He’d scrap those into buckets for various uses or save the really “ugly” pieces as a reminder. He would keep creating more works of art. He’d continue, even when hundreds of attempts seemed to be unsuccessful.

When my father retired, he was a Master Sculptor. His skill technique and patience acquired over thirty years with shapes and proportion and visual perfection formed not only a lifetime of mastery, but a masterful way of teaching his children to forge their own paths by doing better. It’s the remembrance of those imperfect stones, rocks, scribbles and details that I find my ability to create, motivate and aspire to shape my own life one step at a time.

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Daffodils and little lambs remind me that Springtime is upon us and Easter is near.

When I say down to write SHEPPARD’S LAST LAMB it was definitely about Christmas shepherds and so much more. Christ is our Shepherd. Christ is the lamb brought to the slaughter, perfect and pure.

Spring cleaning brings an opportunity to go through all the past, and make room for the future. Grudges are released like pollen into the air, irritating but necessary. I fuss with some and left go of others like dandelions (with a big roar).

Little lambs blet and blurt. I find that I wobble so much and then I remember that this is the time to start anew. I’m thankful for learning to do things the right way.

It’s refreshing to let go. To live free. To be unsheltered and roaming long enough to discover something divine.

May you enjoy your Spring time. . . a season filled with options! Happy writing!!


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Follow Christ

Sarabella Custom Jewelry hand stamped “Follow Christ” charms for me. They LOOK awesome and I’ll be handing them out when I do signings for SHEPPARD’S LAST LAMB.

I feel blessed to have such an amazing publishing team at Cedar Fort. They really do cherish their authors and I love their dedication to my work. I’m not very tactful sometimes, but they see in me the potential and strive to make my work better and ready for publication.

Sheppard’s Last Lamb – so many lessons to be learned from Sheppard and his quest to do his best, to follow Christ and help bring the Christmas spirit.

Sheppard Hill wants to be a wise man or an innkeeper in the Christmas pageant, but instead he gets stuck as the shepherd–all because of his name! What’s even worse, he’s stuck helping his younger sisters too. But when he begins to think of Christ, can he turn this terrible turn of events into the best Christmas pageant ever?

Themes include: Christmas Nativity, the Good Shepherd, Self-Esteem, Tolerance, Problem Solving, Embracing and Accepting Yourself, Diversity


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Woohoo! You’ve read all the messages in your inbox.


That’s what I see at the top of my inbox.  This doesn’t mean I’ve replied to all my emails, but I have read them. I’ve even found some emails that motivated me to spend hours on the internet researching books, authors, and more writerly meanderings.

This upcoming weekend I’ll be attending a baptism for my niece (one of the 25) who will become a member of the Church of Jesus Chris of Latter-day Saints. I’m sure excited that she’s already got copies of my books “I Want to be Baptized” and “The Holy Ghost is like a Baptism” because that means I get to shop for something else (maybe a Minky Couture blanket?).

But I just wanted to say THANK YOU to all of the 18000+ folks who have buy my books for baptisms, confirmations, funerals…it’s a blessing to know the little inspired stories that I write matter to families and friends.




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