Tracey J. Lyons: When Family Is An Author’s Inspiration


Everyone’s Story welcomes a long-time friend, inspirational romance author, Tracey Lyons. Although Tracey and I used to live “down the road” from each other (and in this part of the NE that means next town over) I got to know Tracey best through local RWA chapter meetings. I remember fondly the lovely party she hosted to honor her first sale–and now Tracey is continuing forward in a very nice publishing career! Yay, Tracey! Tracey shares with us this week an excerpt of A Changed Agent, which she’s also offering as a BookGiveway. And do check out what she says about family–particularly who in her own family–is a source of inspiration. We’re both looking forward to chatting with you. 





Tracey is offering 1 Kindle edition  of  A Changed Agent to 1  randomly chosen commenter. The winner will be announced here on Friday, October 28th between 5-6 PM EST.

** Please note regarding BookGiveaways: email contact information within comments are no longer required. However, if I have a question regarding yours I’ll leave a comment for you to forward it in order for you to chance winning.



Excerpt from A Changed Agent:

Excerpt from A Changed Agent by Tracey Lyons


“Are you going to yell at Uncle Will?”


Sighing, Elsie fought to rein in her temper. After all, this was not their fault. It was William Benton’s, and he was about to be told in no uncertain terms how the saloon entryway was not an appropriate place to leave children. Taking Harry and Minnie by the hand, she walked them to the opposite edge of the boardwalk. “You two stay right her until I come back. Don’t move a muscle; don’t speak to anyone. Do you understand me?”


Harry’s head bobbed up and down. “Yes, Miss Mitchell.”

Putting a smile on her face, she added, “After this, I’ll take you over to the bakery for a treat. How does that sound?”


Minnie hugged her doll to her chest while Harry beamed. “We’ll stay right here, Miss Mitchell. We won’t move one bit. Right, Minnie?”

The little girl nodded.


“All right, then. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”


After straightening her short jacket, she secured her bonnet and

marched right up to the swinging shutter doors that led to what was surely Heartston’s very own version of Sodom and Gomorrah. Taking a stance a mere inch from the doors, she opened her mouth and, heaven help her, yelled, “William Benton, you get out here right this minute!”

Raucous laughter greeted her demand. A swirl of red and black in the form of a scantily clad saloon girl appeared before her.


“You looking for your man, lady?” The girl’s brilliant red hair was adorned with a sequined headband, which had a colorful ostrich feather sticking out from it.


Her face had seen better days. Pockmarks scarred her heavily rouged cheeks. If she were in a better frame of mind, Elsie might have felt sorry for this creature’s plight and would be praying for her salvation. Right now, though, she could concentrate only on getting William Benton out here. Feeling as though the entire town were staring at her, Elsie bit back a tart remark as she felt a heated blush spreading across her face like wildfire.


“He’s not my man.” Forcing herself to remain calm, she said, “I’d be grateful if you could find him and send him out here, please.”


The thought of her and Mr. Benton as a couple made her tremble in fury. A man who could abandon children like some animals on the side of a street while he sated his lust would never be the man for her!

The woman disappeared with a rustle of stiff red taffeta. Feeling like she may have gone a bit too far by creating such a scene, Elsie took a step to the side of the door, pulling the wide brim of her bonnet lower. Three men came out the doors before Mr. Benton finally exited.

And then he completely ignored her, walking right past her toward the children.


Gathering her skirts, she trudged up right behind him. Her anger was so great that she had to force herself to take a moment to say a silent prayer for calmness. She reminded herself that the children were present. Barely stopping to retrieve his charges, he seemed oblivious to her presence. Lengthening her stride, she matched his pace.

“Mr. Benton! You cannot leave these children on the sidewalk while you do . . .” Sputtering, she searched for the right words. “Whatever it was you were doing back there in that horrible place.”


Casting a sidelong glance at him, she saw his back stiffen. He had some nerve being angry at her! Not to be deterred by his silence, Elsie finally caught hold of his arm right above his elbow. Startled by the flexing of firm muscle, she quickly dropped her hand to her side.


“Mr. Benton! Stop!”


“Follow me to my home, Miss Mitchell. We can talk there.”

“But Uncle Will, Miss Mitchell promised we could get a bakerytreat.” Harry’s plaintive whine sliced through the tension-filled air.

Mr. Benton glanced at her.


Daring to speak, she said, “I promised them if they behaved while

I went to find you that they could have a treat.”


Turning away from her, he looked down the street to where thebake shop stood. The wonderful scent of its locally famous cinnamon rolls wafted from the open door all the way to where they stood. Elsie thought it one of the most blessed scents of the entire town. Looking at the hopeful expressions on the children’s faces, she hoped Mr. Benton thought so, too.


“All right! I’d hate to make a lady go back on her word.”


They drew up short in front of the storefront, where Mr. Benton said, “You will wait here while I go buy the cinnamon rolls.” A few minutes later he returned with a full brown paper bag. Handing it to her for safekeeping, he led the way to the opposite end of the town in silence.

She didn’t know what to do with his brooding silence. When they

finally reached the house, Mr. Benton turned to take the bag from her.

The place looked much better than it had in months. The porch had been swept clean of the dried leaves and twigs left over from the previous fall, the windows had been cleaned of grime, and the front door stood ajar. Pausing at the base of the steps, she watched as the trio disappeared into the house. Putting her hand on the rail, she started up the steps, only to be stopped by Mr. Benton as he returned to the porch.


“The children are washing up.” Folding his arms across his chest, he stood looming over her on the top step.


Despite his intimidating stance, she was determined to make him understand that his actions had been completely inappropriate.

Removing her hand from the railing, she took a moment to gather her thoughts.


She looked up at him and said, “Mr. Benton, you can’t leave children that age unattended! Too many things could happen to them.

Strangers come through this town quite frequently on their way to the mountain retreats. There’s no telling who these people are, where they came from, or what their intentions might be.”


“Don’t you think I’m aware of the dangers out in the world?”


“I’m saying that it has become clear to me, sir, that you have no idea how to raise children. They are in need of a great deal of care, the first part of which is seeing they are safe at all times. The saloon. . . .”

She gulped in a breath before continuing, watching as he narrowed his gaze even further at her. “What were you thinking?”


She hadn’t intended to ask the question. It just popped out of her mouth on its own volition.


“It’s none of your business what I was thinking, Miss Mitchell.”

Elsie plowed onward, keeping the children’s needs at the forefront of her thoughts. “I was going to take a few days to organize my belongings, but after what I just witnessed, I fear the children might come to harm if I’m not here to ensure their safekeeping.”


His face relaxed a fraction, and she thought this might be because he was about to have another person to shoulder some of his parental responsibilities. She soldiered on because there were a few new stipulations to her final acceptance of this job.


“There are things you must agree to before I move into the apartment.”


“You promised me back at the school yard that you’d be coming here.”

“That was before I found the children, alone, outside the saloon.”


They engaged in a silent standoff, until he spoke first. “Go on.”


“Dinner will be on the table every night by six o’clock. I will not stay up awaiting your return from your work. Then there is the matter of church services. The children and you will attend them every Sunday.

I cannot tolerate a lack of the Lord’s guidance in their lives.” She noted that with every rule she imparted, his stance had begun to change, until he stood with his feet apart and his arms crossed in front of his chest, squinting at her with an angry glare.


Undeterred by his silent intimidation, she ended with the one thing she felt certain would be like poking a stick into a hornet’s nest. “I cannot abide by your visits to the saloon.”


Moments passed when the only sound to be heard was the chirping of the spring birds in a nearby budding weeping willow tree.


“While I will try to be here for dinner at the appointed time, you must understand that there will be times when my job will not allow for that. Working at the lumber company does not come with specified hours. I may be required to be up at the lumber camp for days at a time.”


“The children and I will deal with those times as they come along. But you mustn’t work on the Lord’s Day. This will set a terrible example for the children. And frankly, Mr. Benton, from what I’ve seen today, you are in need of some time with the Lord.”


Dropping his arms to his sides, he said, “Miss Mitchell, I’m delighted that you will be helping with Harry and Minnie.”


Her mood brightened a bit at his remark. “Thank you.” And then it just as quickly plummeted when he held up a hand.


“Let me finish, please.”


“Of course. Go on.”


“I am a man who has needs.”


Her gaze wavered from his as the heat of a blush spread across her face.

“I will go to the saloon when I choose to. And as for my time with the Lord, that is between me and the man up above.”


She could learn to tolerate many disagreements, but his choosing not to attend church wasn’t one of them. Elsie immediately wanted to rescind her offer to stay and care for the children. She might have done just that if Harry and Minnie hadn’t chosen to make an appearance.

Harry awarded her a smile. “Is it true, Miss Mitchell? Are you really going to be staying here with us so soon?”


She didn’t answer right away. Her mind was busy formulating a way to get their uncle to see the light of day in regard to the proper rearing of children. Finally, she said, “So long as your uncle agrees to accompany us to church services every Sunday, I’ll be here to help take care of you and your sister.”


Will was awestruck by the schoolmarm’s audacity. How dare she dictate to him the conditions of her employment? He’d known from the start that Miss Mitchell was going to be a stubborn woman. But he’d no idea just how tenacious she could be. Although she didn’t know it, the matter of his going to the saloon had nothing to do with his needs as a man or for drinking. Alcohol hadn’t passed his lips since he’d started working with the Pinkerton Agency. Truth be told, Will didn’t care for the drink.

However, the telegram that had been delivered to him outside the schoolhouse had indicated that the mark could be on the move.

Furthermore, there was no changing the ways of certain criminals who made it a habit to haunt such establishments. If the mark was to be found in the saloon, then it was Will’s job to follow the lead there. To his way of thinking, the children had been perfectly safe outside the building.


Maybe he’d been wrong about his decision to leave them there.

But he’d had to act quickly, and he’d felt sure they’d be all right on the walkway outside the saloon.


“I thought they would be fine. I was keeping an eye on them.” Will had seen them through the saloon’s swinging doors not five minutes before Miss Mitchell had come along. They’d been fine.

“The children are not dogs, Mr. Benton. They can’t be left unattended.”


He realized that the children couldn’t be taken care of while he worked his cases. And he didn’t see them as animals. He’d just put his job first. Miss Mitchell was right, Will had the twins’ well-being to consider first now.


On the other hand, the church issue was stuck in Miss Mitchell’s craw like honey on a bear’s paw. Here she was a professed good Christian woman using the emotions of these innocent children to get her way.

Will didn’t think that was acting Christian-like at all. He didn’t say those words to her, though. He knew she had him over a barrel. He needed her here in order to carry out his current Pinkerton assignment, and as much as he was loath to admit it, he needed her to help keep his cover intact. What better way to keep his mark off track than to look like a lumberjack foreman with a small family?


Will watched the corners of her mouth twitch up in a triumphant smile as she realized he was going to accept her conditions. He had to hand it to her, she knew how to bide her time. But darned if her toe didn’t get to a-tapping, giving away her impatience. Leaning against the porch post, he leveled what he knew to be his most intimidating stare—one that had stopped many criminals in their tracks. Her toe stilled.

Satisfied that she knew who was in control here, he said, “If my work allows for it, I will attend your church services.”


It was the best he could offer her. It had been a long time since he and the Lord had had much to say to each other. Since it looked like she was going to rebut his counteroffer, he held up his hand to stop her. “That’s all you’re going to get from me, Miss Mitchell. Take it or leave it.”


Raising her chin just a notch, she pinned him with a firm gaze. “I suppose it will have to do. For now.”


Shaking his head at her last words, he frowned. He was beginning to wonder if he’d finally met his match.


Faith Lessons I Learned From My Grandmother by Tracey Lyons

Lina Lockwood Davis departed this earth over two decades ago and yet I feel her presence on a daily basis. My grandmother was not your typical church going woman. As a matter of fact, I never even saw her enter a church. But she had an unshakable faith in the Lord, and in the scripture. My grandmother had a Bible by her side most of the time, and she held weekly Bible studies in her living room.

Some of the things I learned from her are: forgiveness truly is divine, things are not always what they seem and the less fortunate person you’re helping could one day be yourself.

Tracey and her grandmother, Lina.

Tracey and her grandmother, Lina.

My grandmother taught me patience, which for those of you who know me is not my virtue and that most things happen for a reason…translation God has a bigger plan for us, although it might take you a while to figure out exactly what the plan might be. She taught me about kindness. Kindness really does matter. A few of the things I hope I’ve passed along to my own family and one day to my grandchildren: give to the food pantry because you might one day be in need, help those who can’t help themselves because one tiny act can make a huge difference in someone else’s life.

I learned that family matters. We had a large family with over thirty-three of us with aunts, uncles and cousins. That number has now grown to over seventy with the addition of two more generations. For many years the entire family would gather for Easter and Christmas celebrations. As our families grew the Easter dinner was set aside so each family could spend it in their own homes. But we still gather, all five generations of us, for our annual Christmas celebration the Saturday before December 25th.


There are so many little faith-filled nuances that I still carry from my grandmother. I like to think of them as tiny gifts from heaven. The picture I have on my desk is of the two of us at her ninetieth birthday celebration, and more recently, I’ve come across her collection of little devotional books. Inside each one are hand written notes. Some are prayers for family members, and some are her own reflections. I find great comfort in seeing her familiar handwriting. And now that my career has turned to writing Christian and inspirational fiction I find her words about her faith to be thoughtful and inspiring. I think that every author puts a little bit of themselves in every story they write…for me…I’d like to think that I carry forth a little bit of my grandmother, Lina Davis, in each book.

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Author’s Bio:

An Amazon Top Ten bestselling historical romance author of the Women of Surprise series, Tracey sold her first book on 9/9/99! Her books have been translated into several languages and are available in print, digital and audio formats. Tracey lives with her husband in New York’s Hudson Valley region. She has appeared on the award winning Cox Cable Television show, Page One and on the stage of Lady Jane’s reading salon in New York City. She holds membership in Romance Writers of America, American Fiction Christian Writers and Novelists Inc. A true upstate New Yorker, Tracey believes you should write what you know. Her historical romances are all set in the New York State area. Tracey considers herself a small town gal who writes small town romances.

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Patricia Bradley: When Plans Hit a Bump


Everyone’s Story welcomes back a sweetheart of a friend and awesome suspense author, Patricia Bradley. Finally, finally, I had the pleasure of meeting Patricia in person at this past ACFW conference in Nashville–one of the major reasons why I wanted to attend! Really! And now she’s back here for another visit … after a possible close call. Do read on for her explanation and say a prayer for her health and a cheer that she’s back for another week’s visit. Patricia offers a great Giveaway. We’re both looking forward to chatting with you. 






Patricia is offering 1 print book of  Silence In The Dark to 1  randomly chosen commenter. The winner will be announced here on Friday, October 21st between 5-6 PM EST.

** Please note regarding BookGiveaways: email contact information within comments are no longer required. However, if I have a question regarding yours I’ll leave a comment for you to forward it in order for you to chance winning.



Life Turns on a Dime by Patricia Bradley

So many times we go through life thinking we have a plan, and suddenly that plan is blown away. We are left to either go with the new plan or butt out heads against the wall, trying to hold to the old plan.

I know. I had this fall all planned out. On September 19th, I was supposed to have knee replacement surgery. With a proposal on a new book due the middle of October and a deadline in May of 2017, the September date was the only window of opportunity to take care of a very painful situation.

On the 18th, I sat on my deck, thinking the knee seemed to be better since I’d had a cortisone injection in it. So, I asked God to show me if I wasn’t supposed to have the surgery at this time, would He show me. And then I packed my suitcase for the Monday surgery.


Sunday morning pain in my jaw and my left arm woke me at five a.m. That has never happened to me before. Ever. I took my blood pressure and it was 214/109. I don’t have high blood pressure, either. I called a friend. He came with his blood pressure cuff and the reading was the same. When he suggested we go to the ER, my response was: But if I go, I can’t have my surgery.

That was me beating my head against the wall, trying to stay with the old plan. My plan. I’m like that. Very stubborn, always wanting my way. I like to call it being persistent.

The long and short of this story is, I went to the hospital and had a heart cath after an enzyme that indicates a heart attack was elevated. And I didn’t have surgery that Monday.

If I had, I very possibly could have had a heart attack on the table. And looking back, I don’t understand why I argued about going to the hospital. I plainly asked God to show me about the surgery, so why didn’t I see that immediately?

Because I didn’t want to give up my plan. I wanted to get the surgery over with and get back to writing. Isn’t that they way we usually are? We don’t like our plans to be upset. Instead of asking God what He wants us to do, we ask Him to bless what we’re doing.

I hope I’ve learned something from this. I hope I’ve learned that I need to listen when God tells me something.


Right now I’m wearing a heart monitor and the knee surgery has been put on the back burner. But I’m back to writing something new for me. A Cozy Mystery. Time will tell if it’s the right genre. And in the meantime, my last Logan Point book is out, Silence in the Dark.

And a new book will be out in February—Delayed Justice, A Memphis Cold Case Novel. It’s about a man sitting on death row facing execution in four days when he receives a letter stating he didn’t kill the person he was convicted of killing. And the letter writer has proof. Then the letter goes missing and the writer is murdered.

One last thing. My first book, Shadows of the Past, is a free digital book until the end of October. If you haven’t read it, be sure to download it.

Patricia’s Ah-hahs To Tweet:

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Author’s Bio:

Patricia Bradley lives in North Mississippi and is a former abstinence educator and co-author of RISE To Your Dreams, an abstinence curriculum. But her heart is tuned to suspense. Patricia’s romantic suspense books include the Logan Point series—Shadows of the Past, A Promise to Protect, Gone Without a Trace, and Silence in the Dark. Her next release, Justice Delayed, is out in February 2017. She has written two sweet romances for Harlequin Heartwarming, Matthew’s Choice and The Christmas Campaign, available on Amazon.

Her workshops on writing include online courses with American Christian Fiction Writers and workshops at the Mid-South Christian Writer’s Conference in Collierville, TN. When she has time, she likes to throw mud on a wheel and see what happens.

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Sylvia Stewart: A Caring Woman; Caring Novels


Everyone’s Story welcomes Middle-grade and YA author Sylvia Stewart. Sylvia and I have become acquainted on Facebook and I’m so glad we have. Sylvia’s a lovely woman with a wow-fascinating background, which I’ll let you viewers explore for yourself (smiling here!). In fact, Sylvia has a lot to share with you this week: a book excerpt, a few words on what has influenced her writing, and plus, I’ve interviewed her. I hope you enjoy. Both Sylvia and I look forward to hearing from you.















Excerpt from Kondi’s Quest by Sylvia Stewart


“The next Sunday Boniko scooted down the bench toward Kondi in Sunday school class.

“Here we are to listen to Ugly Teacher again.” She giggled in Kondi’s ear. “Look at the mole on her chin.”

“You mustn’t say Teacher is ugly,” Kondi whispered. “It isn’t kind.” She didn’t want to laugh, but she felt her eyes begin to crinkle at the corners. “Besides, Ulemu’s mother is too nice to be ugly.”

“I don’t feel like being kind today. Watch this.”

Esinati and Losi sat on the bench in front of them. Boniko reached up and pinched the soft skin on the back of Losi’s neck. Losi shrieked, and the whole class turned around to look.

Boniko scooted down the bench, pushing Kondi in front of her until Kondi fell off the end.

“Girls!” scolded Mai Mbewe. “Let’s be quiet so we can begin our lesson.”

Kondi pushed up from the floor and pulled her extra chirundu up over her face. Her heart was pounding and she tried to stop her nervous giggling.

Boniko made a loud snort that started the whole class tittering and shifting in their seats.

“Quiet please!” Mai Mbewe said. “We have a very interesting lesson today.”

Boniko wasn’t listening. She was busy picking up a large ant carefully…carefully so as not to squash it.

“No!” Kondi whispered.

But Boniko raised her hand high and dropped it on Esinati’s head. It began to crawl slowly over her curly hair, closer and closer to Esinati’s ear. Boniko nudged Kondi and pointed to the ant. Closer and closer! Suddenly Esinati jumped and swatted at her ear. She shook her head again and again. Kondi and Boniko clapped their hands over their mouths, but the giggles slipped through their fingers in bubbles and squeaks. Everyone began laughing again.

Mai Mbewe stopped talking. She walked back to their bench, took Boniko’s hand, and sat her on the front row. Mai Mbewe faced the class. “Kondi, have you ever been afraid?”

Kondi felt little cold bumps begin to rise on the back of her neck. “Afraid?” She tried to look brave, but her voice sounded strange even to herself. I’m always afraid of Bambo! If I knew Bambo loved me, it would help me to not be afraid of so many things.

Then she remembered last night. She had been kept later than usual at the grain mill. The sun was going down when she raised the basket of flour onto her head and started for home. By the time she got near the graveyard, it was dark. Walking faster, Kondi glanced at the graveyard and then back to the road. “Don’t fall. Something might be in there,” she whispered to herself. She opened her eyes wide and peered into the shadows.

Suddenly, the bushes rustled! Fear ran down into Kondi’s fingers like cold water. She gripped the basket on her head and began to run. The Thing found the road and ran after her. She ran faster. The Thing panted behind her. Faster! Faster! A light shone from the fire in Mai Phiri’s cook-house. Running toward it, Kondi burst through the doorway, nearly knocking Mai Phiri into her own cooking fire. She flattened her back against the far wall, holding the basket of flour on her head with both hands. Her breath came in short, quick gasps.

“What’s the matter, Kondi?” Mai Phiri shouted, righting herself in front of the fire. “Be careful! You’re about to knock the porridge pot over!”

“Look!” Kondi pointed a shaking finger at the eyes glowing in the doorway. “Something is chasing me from the graveyard!”

The Thing took a step into the light. Ukhale, her father’s dog, stood in the doorway, with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Kondi’s breath came in a long sigh.

“Yes, it is your own dog,” Mai Phiri said. “You come running in here to get away from your own dog?”

“I thought it was…it came out of the graveyard…I was afraid.”

“Go home! Get out of my kitchen and take your dog with you!” Mai Phiri waved a winnowing basket at her to shoo her out the door. “The next time you are afraid of something in the graveyard …”

But Kondi didn’t wait to hear the rest of what Mai Phiri had to say. She scurried away for home with Mai Phiri’s voice fading away behind her.


Yesterday’s memory faded like morning mist in the sunshine.

Mai Mbewe was looking at her, waiting for an answer. “I asked if you have ever been afraid.”

“Yes,” Kondi whispered. Her heart pounded even now. She licked her lips and rubbed at the goose-bumps on the back of her neck.

“Today’s Bible story is about some men who were afraid,” Mai Mbewe said. “One day at twilight when the first evening star appeared, Jesus and His disciples got in a boat to cross a lake. They hadn’t been rowing long when a strong wind began to

blow. The boat was still far from the shore. The wind whipped up big waves sloshing, sloshing.” Mai Mbewe’s arm wagged back and forth. “Water began to pour over the side and fill the boat! They dipped the water out as fast as they could, but waves kept splashing in. ‘What will we do?’ the men asked each other. ‘Soon we will drown!’”

“Why didn’t they jump into the lake and swim?” Boniko asked. “It is silly to stay in a boat that is going to sink.”

“That’s true,” Mai Mbewe replied, “but the waves were so big the men couldn’t swim. ‘Let’s ask Jesus what to do,’ they said to each other. ‘He’s asleep in the back of the boat.’”

“Asleep?” Losi’s hand shot up. “How could He be asleep in such a great storm? The men were shouting and clanking buckets and things weren’t they?”

“Jesus wasn’t afraid,” Mai Mbewe said. “You can sleep when you are not afraid.”

Kondi listened with both ears now. I’m always afraid. Before I was only afraid of Bambo. Now I’m afraid of many things: hooting trucks, things in the graveyard, and being alone in the dark. What can I do? My baby sister will need me to be brave, not afraid all the time.”


My Past’s Sweet Influence by Sylvia Stewart

I first arrived in Africa about two weeks before my sixth birthday. As our DC-6 landed, I remember seeing tall palm trees flash past my window as we tore down the red dirt landing strip. When the dust had settled at the end of the runway, we taxied to the terminal and soon walked down the air-stairs into a wall of humid heat.

I soon learned to love the sights, sounds and smells of Africa: the acrid scent of some tropical plants; grasslands hiding trails of pinching ants; the white-hot heat of near-the-equator sun which could quickly burn fair skin; the distinctive cry of guinea fowl roosting for the night and the gentle call of doves, sounding to me like a widow’s mournful cry—“Yusuf, come home again! Yusuf, come home again! Yusuf! Yusuf!”

Our mother home-schooled us for two years. When we went to Rethy Academy in the highlands, we left behind malaria-bearing mosquitoes and lived where we were able to have fresh milk and vegetables. Writing letters home to our parents started me down the writing path.

When I grew up and married, my husband and I applied for appointment as missionaries to Malawi, in East Africa. We spent 21 years there in ministry and learned to love not only Africa, but Malawi in particular. Malawians are warm-hearted, friendly and full of life. Malawian children especially tugged at my heart. And the publication of three pre-teens’ mystery novels set in Malawi, East Africa.

We hadn’t lived there for very long when I decided I wanted to write a story for Malawian children. Kondi’s Quest took 24 years to write and hone into a story that children would love to read. Since then, two sequels joined the first novel, completing the Mysteries in Malawi series.


Questions for Sylvia Stewart:

Please tell us about what is at the heart of your novel Kondi’s Quest.

The theme of Kondi’s Quest is that, no matter how difficult life can be for a pre-teen, having Christ as one’s personal Savior will bring peace in turmoil, and also make it possible to live a joy-filled life. Knowing Christ as one’s Savior and Lord is the heart of Kondi’s life—the heart of the whole Mysteries in Malawi series, in fact.

Why have you chosen the reading audience of pre-teens for Kondi’s Quest?

Kondi is twelve, and she faces issues that other 12-year-olds face. Although this is basically a ‘tweener’s” story, adults will also be able to relate to her problems and find peace and satisfaction in living for God.

I was once told, “If you feed the lambs, the sheep will be able to feed, too.” The Mysteries in Malawi series as a whole is not written down to a child’s level. The story is approached in language that is suitable both to adults and to pre-teens. Children, even as young as eight, have been known to enjoy Kondi’s story.

In what ways can an American, or for that matter any non-Malawian child relate to Kondi?

Kondi’s family and personal problems are universal. She struggles with living in a drunkard’s family, fear, anger toward others, getting along with others, and anger towards God. These issues are found in every culture and in every human condition.

What’s life like in Malawi, Africa? Are there any one or two things in particular that one cannot imagine if never visited?

Statistics for 2016 show that Malawi is the poorest country in the world with a GPD of $226.50 per capita. Hunger and poverty are real. Earning enough for the basic needs of life means hard labor by every member of the family, even children when they are old enough to help. Malawi has no mineral resources to boost its economy, so it is a purely agricultural nation. When rains fail to come at the right time and in the right proportions, Malawians will starve. For the past two years, rain has either caused flooding during the planting season or has not come at all. People are starving.

Maize (what we call field corn) is the staple of the Malawian diet. Right now, the price of maize is the most expensive in all of Africa. This poorest country has the most expensive food.

Corruption is rampant in most African countries, and, in Malawi, graft is very common, so supporting countries have withdrawn their financial subsidies. This makes the prices of commodities and necessities rise even more drastically.

Even though Kondi’s story is told when it was a better time in Malawi, Kondi helps her mother, who has a sewing business. Kondi does embroidery on baby clothes and dresses to increase the value.

Although you’re retired from mission work and settled in the American NW, are there any Malawi traditions/customs that you still honor?

We don’t keep Malawian customs or traditions. Malawi was a British protectorate, so Malawian want to be as “western” as possible—preferably American. To them, the USA seems like heaven. So their own customs and traditions are constantly changing.

A little bit different from Kondi’s Quest, tell us about Seattle Rayne.

Seattle Rayne is a Christmas novella set in Seattle. Here’s the back-of-the-book blurb:

Loneliness has hovered over Rayne DeMarco’s life ever since leaving East Africa to live on her own in Seattle. Frequent infusions of coffee have neither enlivened her flagging business as a freelance writer nor her social life. Seattle’s gray winter skies seem to mirror her life.

Then a mama cat with three rambunctious kittens finds a home in her above-the-garage apartment, and a handsome Montana cowboy, Matt Hayes, walks back into her life. Bring in a puppy who needs a little love and you have a Seattle romance that is as sure to warm your heart as the hot coffee Seattleites crave.

Fast Favorites:

Favorite book: The Bible—I read it daily. I also have several favorite authors: Jane Austen, Miss Read, Mary Stewart, Zane Grey, Irene Hannon, Kristen Heitzmann.

Favorite movie: Right now I’m really enjoying the series, Foyle’s War, set in England in the 1940’s.

Favorite meal: African curry, which is adapted from Asian curry. African curry differs in that no vegetables are cooked in the gravy other than onions. Then fresh vegetables and fruits are added as condiments on top of the rice and gravy.

Favorite holiday: Christmas, even though Christmas day in Malawi seemed to be the hottest and muggiest day of the year.

Favorite dream: To write another book.

Sylvia’s Ah-hahs To Tweet:

Meet @SylviaStewart3: retired missionary turned author, setting #MG novels in #Malawi (Tweet This)

Interview on @SylviaStewart3: Africa, novels for Malawian children, and life in Malawi. (Tweet This)

Did 24 years of honing her writing craft pay off for @SylviaStewart3? (Tweet This)

Author’s Bio:

Sylvia Stewart first arrived in Africa two weeks before her sixth birthday. Her parents, missionaries to the then Belgian Congo, had been assigned to the northeastern part of the country.

With her brother, she attended a boarding school, Rethy Academy, in the highlands. Their mother contracted a tropical disease when Sylvia was nine years old, and their father hurried his family home to the U.S. A year or so later, when God miraculously healed her, they returned to the Congo for further missionary service.

Sylvia was able to spend her junior and senior years in high school in the States. Just before her first year of college, her parents left her with friends and returned to the Congo.

Sylvia and her husband, Duane, spent almost 32 years in Africa, sharing the good news about Jesus Christ and his power to save. They worked twenty-one years in Malawi and eleven years in Ethiopia. Their ministry was in evangelism and Bible School teaching and administrating.

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Always with You

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Gail Pallotta: More Than Treading Deep Waters


Everyone’s Story welcomes Gail Pallotta. I’ve “seen” Gail for years as the two of us have buzzed through the cyberspace of Twitter and Facebook and I’m thrilled Gail’s my guest this week! I’m seriously thinking that each one of us has either battled Lyme Disease or has a loved one who has. For me I’ve seen my father-in-law, God-child and her mom, a neighbor, numerous church members, and a co-worker… and Gail fight this illness that for many stays within your system. Gail has written a novel, Barely Above Water encircling Lyme disease, which she’s offering as a BookGiveaway. Do check out her excerpt on the bottom of her feature. Both Gail and I look forward to hearing from you.




Gail is offering 1 ebook version of Barely Above Water to 1  randomly chosen commenter. The winner will be announced here on Friday, October 7th between 5-6 PM EST.

** Please note regarding BookGiveaways: email contact information within comments are no longer required. However, if I have a question regarding yours I’ll leave a comment for you to forward it in order for you to chance winning.



Blurb from Barely Above Water:

An illness comes out of nowhere and strikes Suzie Morris. Her boyfriend dumps her. She has no living family, and her physician can’t diagnose the malady. Suzie relies on her Christian faith as she faces the uncertainty of the disease, and turns to a renowned alternative doctor in Destin, Florida. She takes a job coaching a county-sponsored summer swim team. She’s determined to turn the fun, sometimes comical, rag-tag bunch into winners. Her handsome boss renews her belief in love, but learns of her mysterious affliction and abruptly cuts romantic ties. Later he has regrets, but can he overcome his fear of losing a loved one and regain Suzie’s trust?


He Always Hears by Gail Pallotta

The virus must have gotten worse. Chills and fever wracked my body, but in time my immune system would fight it off. I wouldn’t cancel the trip we’d waited years to take.

We took the journey, but the malady grew stronger, attacking me with unfamiliar symptoms. When we returned home, I visited a physician and started one month of testing. At my last visit he said, “We can’t diagnose what’s wrong with you, so we can’t treat you.” Then he left the room. Shocked, I remained seated on the table as though he might change his mind, return, and tell me something different. However, a nurse helped me out of the office, and I drove home.

Numb from the doctor’s words and terribly ill, I sat so stunned in a rocking chair in our bedroom, it didn’t occur to me to pray. I thought I’m going to die. The words see Dr. Lee swirled in my frozen brain. Who was he? The thought repeated. Why would I want to see someone named Dr. Lee? The phrase popped in my head again. A friend of mine had seen him ten years ago for a back problem. It was so weird I’d think about him now. The words flooded my brain over and over. Finally, I called my friend who had moved to a different city.


He turned out to be David G. Lee, D.C., Ph.D. C.A.D., a holistic doctor as well as a chiropractor. I contacted him, and he treated me immediately for a toxic substance. In a few months the bacteria for Chronic Lyme Disease showed up on a scan in his office.

Since then I’ve spoken with others who have Lyme disease or think they might have it. I’ve heard stories of people suffering with no one to turn to. In some instances, people have been told the symptoms are only in their heads. After talking with them, I yearned to help the way I’ve been helped. I wanted each of them to see Dr. Lee, but they are scattered across the country.

That’s why I wrote Barely Above Water. Even though the romance and fun children’s swim team are fictitious, the book details the real symptoms I had and the treatments I received. However, since the disease can affect people in different ways, I asked the experts who keep me on my feet if they would supply additional information for a section in the back of the book. In it Dr. Lee and one of the doctors who works with him, Raphael d’Angelo, M.D., help unravel the mystery of Lyme disease by mentioning more symptoms, explaining what people should watch for and discussing treatments that target the disease.

Because of God’s intervention and Dr. Lee’s help, I lead an active life. I hope in some way Barely Above Water will reach others and set them on a healthier path.

 Excerpt from Barely Above Water:

 Barely Above Water by Gail Pallotta

The buzzing alarm clock jarred Matt from sleep, and he slapped at it. He missed, his hand sliding into the pinkish tint the sun made shining through his burgundy blinds. He sat up, shut off the noise, and bounded out of bed.

He showered, shaved, splashed on cologne, and puckered his mouth, whistling as he always did after his morning routine. The roses. He charged to the kitchen in his shorts.

The sun played off the crystal vase sitting on his otherwise empty counter. He stood back, sighed with relief, and admired the flowers. They looked—what was it the woman in the grocery said?—lovely. They looked lovely.

He returned to the bedroom long enough to tug on a pair of khaki pants and a yellow shirt then made tracks to the kitchen. Water sloshed from the container when he snatched up the flowers. He poured the rest of it out and headed to the car. Suzie was going to love these, but would they be enough to put him back in the swim of things with her? Would she understand roses meant he was sorry and still go to church with him?

He propped them up in the passenger’s seat and fastened the seat belt around them.

Within fifteen minutes, he parked at the Destin Community Center and checked them again. They still looked “lovely.” He unbuckled them and added fresh water at the fountain. Where would he put them until Suzie arrived? Ahh, no need to worry about that.

She pulled in and stepped out of her car. She looked so cute with her sunglasses holding back her long hair like a headband. The North Carolina State Championship swim shirt she wore swallowed her, but those state teams ordered their attire in one-size-fits-all. She still looked hot in it.

“Good morning,” he called out.

She waved. “Hi.”

He rushed over and held out the roses.

She tilted her head and stared at them. “Where are you taking the flowers?”

How could she not get it? “They’re for you.”

She took a step back and pulled her eyebrows together. “For me? Why?”

Matt’s emotions short-circuited like a cut live wire. “I-uh-uh. You know, like an actress.”

“What’s like an actress?” She looked at him like he had three eyes.

He wanted to hide in a hole. Why had he bought these flowers? Could he just toss them out on the parking lot? He peered down then looked up and let his eyes meet hers. “Don’t you like roses?”

“I love roses. Those are lovely. What are they for?”

Lovely. That was the magic word. “I hoped you’d forgive me.”

Suzie smiled and reached for the flowers. “You didn’t need to do that. Silly. I told you I forgive you. Don’t worry about it, but thank you. I’ll certainly enjoy these.” She started to her car with them. Then she turned. “What’s like an actress?”

Matt breathed a little easier. “You know how an actress receives flowers on opening night at a performance.”

Suzie’s eyes sparkled, but she still didn’t appear to understand. “Yes.”

“Last night, your first home meet with the Dolphins was—”

“I get it.” Her eyes softened. “How considerate. Thank you so much.”

“Then you’ll go out with me.”


Gail’s Ah-hahs To Tweet:

Has a chronic disease got you down? Author Gail Pallotta @Hopefulwords shares her story. (Tweet This)

Gail Pallotta @Hopefulwords: Wanting to help others with #LymeDisease. #BookGiveaway (Tweet This)

#BookGiveaway of Barely Above Water by Gail Pallotta @Hopefulwords (Tweet This)

Author’s Bio:

Award-winning author Gail Pallotta’s a wife, mom, swimmer and bargain shopper who loves God, beach sunsets and getting together with friends and family. A former regional writer of the year for American Christian Writers Association, she won Clash of the Titles in 2010. Her teen book, Stopped Cold, was a bestseller on All Romance eBooks, finished fourth in the Preditors and Editors readers’ poll, and was a finalist for the 2013 Grace Awards. She’s published five books, poems, short stories and two-hundred articles. Some of her articles appear in anthologies while two are in museums.

Places to connect with Gail:






The trees are turning here in the Northeast, coloring the countryside lovely.

It’s the perfect time to curl up with a book… and to think about the holiday season.

Lots of exciting things happening… to begin with, check out this upcoming Goodreads BookGiveaway of Always With You, beginning October 6th and running to October 15th.


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Gail and I look forward to your comments.


Janet K. Brown: Aiming High



Everyone’s Story welcomes author Janet K. Brown. It’s a joy to have Janet here this week–I read her first novel in the Wharton Rock series, Worth Her Weight, and fell in love with Janet’s storytelling. But, Janet’s uplifting writing goes beyond fiction as you’ll see here for yourselves in her very special candid but heartfelt message she shares below. Instead of offering a Giveaway Janet shares with us the first chapter of book two of the Wharton Rock series, Worth Forgiving. Janet and I look forward to hearing from you.


Janet’s first chapter of Worth Forgiving:

 Worth Forgiving by Janet K. BrownTwin doors swung open to the outside world, and Katie Smith stepped out. Thunk! The heavy doors slammed. Sweet honeysuckle along the outside wall smelled like freedom. The sounds of passing traffic were foreign to her ears.

She smiled and glanced up at the sign giving the bus schedule. Two hours. Dropping on the park bench to the right of the exit, she prepared to wait, twisting the coins for bus fare in her hands.

A dove sang a mournful melody. A cold wind howled. If only she had asked Mom to send her a jacket. Three years ago when she went into prison, it had been hot Texas summertime. Add that to lessons learned the hard way.

She reached into her pocket and retrieved a now wrinkled picture of a girl with two front teeth missing. Katie blinked back tears, jutted her chin, and sat taller. All she had to do was stay clean, get her own place, and move her daughter back in with her.

A red Hyundai Santa Fe pulled to the curb. A tall, shapely brunette climbed out of the driver’s seat. “Care for a ride?”

Katie blinked. She barely recognized her older sister, Lacey, since she’d lost so much weight. “Mom said she couldn’t pick me up?”

“She couldn’t, but Toby agreed that I should.”

“Humph.” Katie should’ve known Mr. Police Chief would keep tabs on her. “Thanks, but I’ll wait for the bus.”

“Your choice.” Lacey shrugged but waited.

Katie walked toward the strange car and glanced at the backseat.

“Rachel isn’t with me.”

“Why not?”

Lacey shifted to the other hip and planted her hand there. “Do you really want your daughter to see you coming out of prison?”

Katie’s face was on fire. She tried to outstare her sister, but it was no use.

“My coming wasn’t my idea, you know. Mom insisted.”

“How is she?”

“Feeling rough. I had to get Joanne to keep Rachel.” Lacey’s fingers drummed the top of her car.

Only the drumming and wind sounds interfered with Katie’s tumbling thoughts.

Lacey climbed in her car, started the motor and yelled out the window. “Where to?”

How dare she? Katie’s back turned into a stiff rod. She would not be manipulated by family. This was her fresh start. “Blast it all, it won’t be Wharton Rock.”

“Surprise. Surprise.”

“I don’t need your sarcasm.”

“Then, where to? The prison system approved Mom’s house as your home.”

“They also agreed to the halfway house in Apache Falls after Mom explained you hate me.”

“I … “

“Picking me up was Mom’s idea, not yours.” Katie glared, daring her sister to disagree.

Lacey scowled.

Strains of heavy metal music pierced the quiet, bass notes rocking the ground. A black Ford F-150 pickup pulled behind Lacey’s car.

The shaved head of Katie’s old boyfriend Collin stuck out the driver’s side window. “Going my way, sweet stuff?”

He came. Katie had written him, giving him the date, but with their rocky history, she had expected no favors. His mischievous grin still made her heart go pitter-pat.

He revved his engine.

“See you round, sis. Looks like I have a ride after all.” Katie’s blonde hair whipped across her mouth. She winked, gave a sexy shake of her upper torso, and sashayed toward the truck. She climbed in moments before Collin gunned the engine, leaving Lacey in his dust.

A sense of foreboding strangled Katie the moment her bottom hit the seat. Bad choice number one on my second chance? A hand-rolled cigarette lay under Collin’s open beer can. The truck wove between cars at a heart-pumping speed. Garbage in the truck’s back floor sent such a stench she covered her nose with the curve of her hand.

She gripped an arm rest. “Slow down. The cops will be after us.”

The angry tone to her words won her a Collin glare. “They’ve got bigger criminals to go after. Like you, my sweet.” His grin turned wicked. He didn’t slow.

Katie held on and kept her mouth shut.

The hundred and fifty mile trip was made in record time with no cop stops. When they entered Apache Falls, Collin made his way to an old apartment building near the baseball complex.

“Where are you going?” Katie asked.

“I have a place here.” The truck ran over speed bumps and came to a halt near iron and concrete stairs. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Thought you’d need a place to stay.”

His breath stunk of mouthwash and whiskey. Good thing he hadn’t lit the cigarette.

“I’ve got a place in the Halfway house on Lucille Street. I told you that.”

Collin jumped out and slammed the door. He stomped up the stairs.

What could she do now? She was at least fifteen miles from her new home. “But not far from her old roommate, Beth,” she whispered. Maybe, Collin had a phone. “Hey, wait up.”

Before she went through his front door, he was adding to his booze buzz. Inside, he draped across her and smothered her with wet kisses. She’d been away from this too long. The smells and untamed passion made her nauseated. “Got a phone? I need to make a call” She giggled in his ear.

His eyes flashed with lechery. From his back pocket, he withdrew a cell phone and threw it her way. Just as she punched in the last digit, Collin tugged her to the sofa. The phone was answered and disconnected before Katie could free her arms.

She pushed against Collin’s chest and dashed to the kitchen. “I’m dying for a Pepsi. All we got in prison was weak tea.” In the fridge were beer, mustard, and a bowl of corn. Her stomach lurched. She ran for the bathroom and locked the door.

Collin tried the lock and beat the door. His yells escalated. Katie lost her breakfast and washed her face. What a great way to begin her new life. She’d lost Wayne, and she sure wasn’t calling Lacey when she’d just made a four-hour drive to pick up her sister for nothing.

Collin’s knocking stopped. All was quiet.

Wanting to cry, Katie slid to the floor. She blinked and stiffened. She needed something to take off the edge. Maybe she should ask Collin for some of his stash. What did it matter now? Crazy to think she could stay clean.

She punched Beth’s number again.

“Yeah.” The voice was female but fierce. “Who is this?”

“Katie Smith.” She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and tasted something like rotten eggs. “I just got out today.”

“Katie? I can’t believe it. I thought you had ten years.”

“I know, but I got out early. Hey, I need a ride.”

“From Seagoville? You’ve got to be kidding. I ain’t a taxi service.”

“I’m in Apache Falls. At Collin’s. I need to get to a halfway house on Lucille.”

Heavy breathing ensued. “Meet me at home plate, field one in fifteen minutes. And be ready, you hear?”

The line went dead.

How would Katie get out of the apartment? One small window was over the bathtub, but it was too small. Time ticked by. She stood and edged toward the door.

Crash! The door splintered. Collin rushed through the shattered wood and lunged toward her. Plunging under his arm, Katie ran for the door. Collin dropped his baseball bat to grab her arm. She scooped up the bat. “Thanks.” She ran down the steps with him on her tail. The ball park was across the street, and yet, so far away.

No one was there. Her heart pounded. Her stomach rolled. Perspiration broke out over her upper lip. She was too early, and Collin was crossing the outfield. She was doomed.


What’s Your Job? By Janet K. Brown

For we live by faith, not by sight.

2 Corinthians 5:7

What does that mean?

It means we give up on tried and true methods of solving problems. We ask God to lead, while we follow.

When I weighed two hundred and fifty pounds, my self-esteem hit bottom. During my twenties, thirties, and forties, I had prayed for God to take away my craving for sweets and make it easier to lose weight. That was the path by sight, but it failed again and again. I did the yo-yo up and down, until I couldn’t do it anymore.

The path for faith came when I prayed, “Lord, I’m powerless over food. With my usual strategies, I’ll reach five hundred pounds before I die. I give up my control.”


I gave up that I would never have the willpower or the strength to lose weight, or if by some chance I once again lost it all, I would regain it. I accepted the fact that I didn’t need a new diet, a new protein drink, or a new exercise. I needed . . . I must have . . . I can’t survive without . . . putting God on the throne of my life.

Jesus prayed and so must we, “Thy will, not mine, be done.”

Our job is to keep the line of communication open for God’s direction. Let Him drive the car of life, while we listen for His instruction. Twenty years ago, God began an emotional healing for me. I lost one hundred pounds and have kept it off all these years. I quit biting my nails. He healed my depression and took away my fear.

What is your impossible situation?

God has the answer. Give up on your tried and true methods.

  1. Let go.

  2. Listen to God’s instruction.

  3. Follow His will.

  4. Stretch toward God’s excellence, not man’s approval.

  5. With God, there is always hope.

My motto is “Writing with God’s Hope.” Each of my books deal with addictions, compulsions, or hopeless hang-ups. The latest book, Worth Forgiving will take the reader on a wild ride from depths to heights, and show God’s power to forgive where we fail.

Janet’s Ah-hahs To Tweet:

Meet author @JanetKBrownTx: writing novels about addictions, compulsions, hang-ups. (Tweet This)

What did author @JanetKBrownTx confess to God that changed her life? (Tweet This)

@JanetKBrownTx: 5 steps to overcoming your impossible situation. (Tweet This)

Author’s Bio:

Janet K. Brown lives in Wichita Falls, Texas with her husband, Charles. Worth Forgiving, an inspirational women’s fiction, is the second in her Wharton Rock series. Worth Forgiving marks Brown’s fourth book. Who knew she had a penchant for teens and ghosts? She released her debut novel, an inspirational young adult, Victoria and the Ghost, in July, 2012.

Her non-fiction book is Divine Dining: 365 Devotions to Guide You to Healthier Weight and Abundant Wellness.

Janet and her husband love to travel with their RV, work in their church, and visit their three daughters, two sons-in-law and three perfect grandchildren. Janet teaches workshops on writing, weight loss, and the historical settings of her teen books. The author uses her platform of recovering compulsive overeater to weave stories of hope for addiction, compulsion, or impossible situations.

Places to connect with Janet:






On Tuesday, September 27th, I’m interviewed on:

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I hope you can stop by for a visit!!



Janet and I look forward to your comments.


Kelly Klepfer: How To Knock Down Brick Walls



Everyone’s Story welcomes debut author Kelly Klepfer, whose novel Out of the Frying Pan, is co-authored with Michelle Griep. What I appreciate from Kelly is a sense of humor when tackling the angst of getting published. I believe readers will also appreciate what Kelly shares here since much is applicable to Life 101! Do check out Kelly’s BookGiveaway. Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.






Kelly is offering 1 PDF version of Out of the Frying Pan, to 1  randomly chosen commenter. The winner will be announced here on Friday, September 23rd between 5-6 PM EST.

** Please note regarding BookGiveaways: email contact information within comments are no longer required. However, if I have a question regarding yours I’ll leave a comment for you to forward it in order for you to chance winning.


Processing The Hard Things by Kelly Klepfer

I’m no stranger to discouragement. Likely, you could say the same. How many opportunities are there to find a brick wall, a difficult situation or challenging person in our lives? Yeah, that many. Sigh.

I’m sharing about a trudge through the mud of discouragement I suffered while co-writing my book, Out of the Frying Pan. More importantly, what I learned in that season.

My co-author, Michelle Griep, is far more disciplined and prolific. As a matter of fact, this is her sixth or seventh book release and she’s just contracted for three more.

She’s very good. I mean, the woman can write. We met at an on-line Christian author critique group. She and I hit it off right away. We bantered, shared sarcasm and even began sharing lives. Soon our families got involved and bonded. We became sisters separated at birth and became aunties to each other’s kids.

Michelle plugged away at writing. I played with it. We both got little pieces published and had some bigger successes, too. But I hung on the fringes. Not that I didn’t want to write and be published, but I didn’t want to pursue publishing if I didn’t feel like there was something that I specifically needed to say. I did have an idea for a story. About elderly sisters-in-law who happen upon a murder scene. Michelle loved the idea and we decided to write it together. I was given the task of putting the skeleton together and then we’d each pick main character points of view to write and add the muscle, skin and personality.


Other than the fact that I would drag my feet, this worked well. She would pester me to write a few scenes, I would, she’d write a few. Then I’d suggest she write another book and we’d put it on hold. This novel has been a very long labor. Because Michelle was the stronger writer, I deferred to her. The woman loves to edit, too. At one point she sent me the manuscript so I could get up to speed and I noticed my scenes had been edited to sound very much like her voice. Now picture Pac-Man and that sound he makes when those little ghost things get him. That is the sound my confidence made.

The changes were in rewording some of my stiffly written prose. My heart was still in my scenes but I couldn’t see that. I sunk into a funk. Finally, we talked about it, and she agreed that she could just send me suggestions and I could fix the problems, but the arrows of insecurity and failure had sunk deep into my joy. I told her I needed a break from the story and went to a corner to lick my wounds. I’d love to give you deep spiritual truths and applications revealed by the Lord through my prayer and immersion in the Word in my time of need. But I have to admit that taking this to the Lord wasn’t a priority. My pity party was.

Delighted that Michelle had another project to work on I slowly began to process and deal with my insecurity. I continued to read, review and blog, working on my writing skills that way. But Michelle eventually asked me to pick up where we left off. The story was too good not to tell and we needed to finish it. I agreed and persevered. What I noticed was that the tools, the conference knowledge, the how-to book sense, I’d packed in the back of my brain somehow had come to the surface through the reading and processing I’d been doing which was using those neural pathways.

Since I had shared my heart with Michelle, and my commitment to work on the book was short term and a close family member was hospitalized leaving me hours sitting in a quiet hospital setting I set out to finish as soon as I could. I just wrote scenes on my phone and sent them to her telling her to let me know what I needed to fix.

I will never forget the comment I received from her after: “Did you seriously just crank that scene out in twenty minutes? Because if you did, I hate you. It would take me hours to get a scene that ready.” Another critique partner read it and said I had grown leaps and bounds as a writer.

I don’t tell you this because I think I’ve arrived and am a good author. Far from that. But I share because of what I learned:

  1. Sometimes we have to process hard things. And in the processing we mature. However, if we ignore what we are supposed to work through we get stinky.

  1. A real friend is willing to tick you off, even hurt you to help you deal with something that’s holding you back.

  1. What you’ve learned and poured into your mind isn’t wasted. God has created an amazing brain for each of us and it doesn’t sleep. If  something is important to you and you are willing to do the addition and subtraction you will eventually wake up and realize you understand more complex things.

  1. God’s faithfulness to me isn’t dependant on my attitude or choices. He lets me pout in the corner until I come to my senses. And teaches and  blesses me anyway.

And on the chance that you are a writer or want to be, take heart. If you plug away and follow the wisdom of those who have gone before and you read good books, books like you’d like to write, you might be amazed at what happens when it clicks.

Kelly’s Ah-hahs To Tweet:

4 lessons @KellyKlepfer learned en route to publication. #BookGiveaway (Tweet This)

Does @KellyKlepfer’s co-author really hate her? (Tweet This)

@KellyKlepfer shares why it’s necessary to process the hard things to get published. (Tweet This)

Author’s Bio:

Kelly Klepfer had ambitions to graduate from the school of life quite a while ago, but alas . . . she still attends and is tested regularly. Her co-authored cozy/quirky mystery, Out of the Frying Pan, is the culmination of several of the failed/passed tests. Kelly lives with her husband, two Beagles, and two hedgehogs in Iowa.

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is under the new direction of Deb Haggerty. Check

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Tracey Casciano: Stepping Out of the Comfort Zone


Everyone’s Story welcomes Tracey Casciano, author, speaker, and missionary. Tracey contacted me with the hope of sharing her personal story of rising from a troubling childhood by keeping her eyes and heart focused on God. This week Tracey shares the same message, which you can find in detail in her non-fiction book Out of the Darkroom, Into The Light. I know she’s encouraged me and I’m hoping the same for all of you. Also, please check out Tracey’s BookGiveaway offer of this same title, a book I’m sure that will resonate with your own heart. Tracey and I look forward to hearing from you.

**Only 1 more week to go to earn a $20 Amazon Gift Card. Time is almost running out!

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Tracey is offering 1 ebook version of Out of the Darkroom, Into The Light, a non-fiction title, to 1  randomly chosen commenter. The winner will be announced here on Friday, September 16th between 5-6 PM EST.

** Please note regarding BookGiveaways: email contact information within comments are no longer required. However, if I have a question regarding yours I’ll leave a comment for you to forward it in order for you to chance winning.



Faith Can Be Scary by Tracey Casciano

“Why would you share something so personal with complete strangers?” This is what the voice inside my head was saying as I contemplated writing my book. I was 41 years old and not who people thought I was. I had a secret and was about to go public and even though I had a sick feeling every time I thought about it, I knew that God wanted me to do this. I had been called.

It all started about a year and a half earlier…I was struggling with the guilt, shame and doubt that accompanied a life of abuse. I was an only child and had survived a life with an alcoholic mother and sexually abusive father. After being estranged from my parents for many years, I began to worry. I would be unable to sleep at night thinking about what I would do if something happened to my dad. My mom was a stroke victim and he took care of her. As much as I tried to ignore my conscience, the thoughts wouldn’t go away. My sons wanted to know why they couldn’t go visit their other grandparents. As I wrestled with this, God knew it was time for me to face my past and spoke to me very clearly one morning.

It started out as any other Sunday as my family headed to church. Our four sons went to their respective classes and my husband and I sat next to each other enjoying the worship music. When our pastor began speaking I froze. He started talking about forgiveness. I knew he was talking to me. The message hit my core and I was confused and angry as I thought that by forgiving my parents, it would release them from their actions. I talked to my husband and he suggested that I talk to our pastor. Scared to open up to my past, I was hesitant to talk to my pastor, but knew that I needed to. After telling him about my past, he told me the truth about forgiveness. By forgiving my parents, I was not excusing them from their behavior, rather, I was releasing myself from the pain of the past.


Six months later my father died and I was left to care for my mother. During this trial, I sought the advice of a Christian counselor. As I unpacked my complicated, messy past and current situation, she smiled and said, “You are a perfect example of God’s grace.” I thought about it and realized that I was. During our next session together, she said it again and then asked me a question that changed my life. “Would you ever consider sharing your story to help others?”

I left her office feeling scared, excited and nauseous. I immediately made a list of all the reasons that I wasn’t qualified. I tried to forget about it, but I’ve learned that when God wants to get your attention, He will keep trying until you respond. I had spent most of my life trying to avoid and deny my past for fear of being judged by others and was fearful of how the people in my life would respond when they learned the truth. I prayed and asked for wisdom and as scary as it was, I knew that I needed to trust God.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take” Proverbs 3:5-6 (NLT)

As I timidly told my closest friends about my past and that I was going to write about it to help others who may be hurting, I received overwhelming support.

As I reflect on my journey to writing this book and speaking to groups, I am amazed by what God has done with my life. By sharing our stories, we allow God’s good works to shine and give Him the glory that He deserves.

Is it scary? ABSOLUTELY! But God calls us out of our comfort zone so that we can show others what true faith looks like. Are you willing to take the risk to show God that you fully trust Him?

Tracey’s Ah-hahs To Tweet:

@TraceyCasciano: Can you step out of your comfort zone and leave fear behind? (Tweet This)

How @TraceyCasciano left a troubling past behind, and how you can too. (Tweet This)

#BookGiveaway of @TraceyCasciano’s Out of the Darkroom, Into the Light. (Tweet This)

Author’s Bio:

Tracey is a passionate speaker and writer ready to shine a light for Jesus. She shines that light through encouraging words as a blogger, speaker, and writer to help others who may be suffering or doubting themselves on their current path in life. After a childhood with an alcoholic mother and abusive father, her love for the Lord helped rise above her past. She describes this in her book, “Out of the Darkroom, Into the Light: A Story of Faith and Forgiveness After Child Abuse.” She is happily married and in the midst of raising four wonderful sons. Tracey has a background in Special Education, has taught History in public high school for eight years, and has been a missionary in Guatemala and the Dominican Republic.

Places to connect with Tracey:






Here’s a way

to win a $20 Amazon Gift Card:

Deadline of 9/17 is fast approaching!



Tracey and I look forward to your comments.


Ginger Solomon: Facing A Season of Transformation

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Everyone’s Story welcomes Ginger Solomon who is making her first appearance here, but I hope not her last. I had the fleeting pleasure of “meeting” Ginger at last week’s ACFW Conference while taking the up escalator and she the down and Ginger called out my name with such warm enthusiasm. You just never know when and where you’re meant to meet someone! Ginger shares with you this week some candid thoughts on how to cope when life thrusts at you changes. Also, check out Ginger’s BookGiveaway offer and blurb on the novel. Ginger and I look forward to hearing from you.

**Plus, want to win a $20 Amazon Gift Card? Time is almost running out!

Check below, after Ginger’s feature.



Ginger is offering 1 PDF version of Second Choices to 1  randomly chosen commenter. The winner will be announced here on Friday, September 9th between 5-6 PM EST.

** Please note regarding BookGiveaways: email contact information within comments are no longer required. However, if I have a question regarding yours I’ll leave a comment for you to forward it in order for you to chance winning.

Second Choice Blurb:

Set to be married in less than a month, Princess Anaya Vallis’s intended runs away, leaving only a cryptic note behind. Her father insists the wedding go forth as planned with a new groom. She has days to make a second choice.

Titus Vasco is like a ship without a rudder, floating through life without purpose. Until she calls. He accepts her proposal without hesitation.

But wedded bliss does not come easily. Two virtual strangers brought together by unforeseen circumstances must learn to trust each other and God’s plan for their lives in order to achieve the happily-ever-after they both long for.


An Uncertain Future By Ginger Solomon

Have you ever felt at a loss for where to go in your life?

I have.

I usually feel like I’m floating along with the current of my life with no discernable direction. Or to change my metaphors… I feel like an unfinished pot on the Master Potter’s shelf, waiting to be fired, painted, or glazed.

But one thing I’ve noticed during those times of waiting, I tend to look at life from a different perspective. God shows me another view of the world—His view.

I’ve felt like I was on the shelf for a long time, but times are changing. I’m feeling the heat of the fires (both emotionally and physically).


Emotionally because I have two sons engaged to be married, one in November and the other in June, and my oldest daughter is moving out for school as this post goes live. My children are growing and becoming independent, just like I trained them. It’s still bittersweet.

Physically because I have some health issues that I will be dealing with over the next few months, including at least one surgery.

It’s the beginning of what could be an unpleasant situation (not the kids getting married), but I know that I WILL come out on the other side transformed into something greater. I will be more like Him because while I’m going through the fire, my eyes will remain focused on Him. I have made the determination beforehand. I’m trusting my Master Potter to control the heat, so I don’t shatter, and to pull me out at the right time to be perfect for His purpose.

In my book, Second Choice, my hero, Titus, has felt adrift since he first met Anaya, my heroine. Nothing he does seems to fill that place in him that searches for contentment. When Anaya contacts him and asks him to be her husband, he immediately agrees. He knows, deep down, that this is what he’s been waiting for…his purpose. Except it’s not as easy as he thought it’d be, nor is everyone as accepting of his choice.

Check out this excerpt where he’s having dinner with his family:

“Busy doing what, might I ask? Last I heard you were still without a position.” Father’s tone cut through Titus’s well-constructed walls.

He kept his eyes on his plate. His siblings and their spouses also kept quiet.

“I’ve met someone, and we’re to be married in a few weeks.”

Gasps sounded around the table, but he didn’t look up.

“Who would be foolish enough to marry an out-of-work, good-for-nothing fourth son with no money?”

Titus stood. “If that’s truly the way you feel, Father, well… I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you. Thankfully, Anaya does not feel the same way.” He faced his mother. “Maman, thank you for trying. I will come by tomorrow or Friday to say goodbye. I will be leaving town on Saturday and will not return for some time.” He nodded to his siblings and stepped away from the table.

“Anaya?” His father scratched his head. “I only know one person with that name. It is an unusual one.”

Titus shrugged and continued out the door.

A chair fell to the floor behind him. He didn’t stop.

“You were in Belikara, and you’re marrying a girl named Anaya in a few weeks?” His mother screeched at the top of her lungs.

She connected the dots faster than he’d expected.

“I assume I’ll see you there, Maman. Goodnight.” He was almost in his car when his father opened the front door with a crash. Titus got in, closed the door, and started the engine. He didn’t want to hear anything his father had to say.

Titus’s world turns upside down, but when he comes out on the other side of his particular fire, he’s a better man.

Have you ever been through a time of waiting or maybe a time of fire? Answer below for a chance to win an PDF-copy of Second Choice.

Ginger’s Ah-hahs To Tweet:

Author Ginger Solomon @GingerS219: A different perspective on life while waiting. (Tweet This)

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#BookGiveaway: Ginger Solomon’s @GingerS219 Second Choice, a #ChristianRomance (Tweet This)

Author’s Bio:

Ginger Solomon is a Christian, a wife, a mother to seven, and a writer—in that order (mostly). She writes or reads inspirational romance of any genre, and if she’s busy homeschooling, doing laundry, or fixing dinner, it’s on her mind. She’s a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, president of her local writing group, and blogs regularly for and at She has two full-length novels and three novellas published. In addition she has several manuscripts scheduled to release in 2016.

Places to connect with Ginger:





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Everyone’s Story: What 7 Authors Want Readers To Know


It’s been my pleasure and honor to host some of the most talented authors and fabulous, beautiful people… and now friends, since starting Everyone’s Story in April of 2011. I’ve been blessed for a little more than 5 years and I hope I’ve shared such amazing wonders with you, my viewing audience. Next week, while away restoring the creative juices at the ACFW conference I’ve decided to take my first blog vacation. The traditional format of Everyone’s Story will resume on September 2nd, with of course, another wonderful guest. Meanwhile, please enjoy this special post on what these awesome authors hope to share with their reading audience. I hope to see all of you again on September 2nd



Justice Delayed

Author Patricia Bradley

“When I’m writing, I want my readers to see that a Christian’s life is not always easy and that Christian’s have problems just like everyone else. It’s how they discover God in the problem that is different, and how to depend on Him. Story wise, I want readers to identify with my characters and try to solve the crime along with them.  I always leave enough clues that the villain can be identified.”




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Author Tanya Eavenson

“I hope readers will take away the fact that God is faithful–when those tough times come, and they will, He will never leave us. He is the One who gives us hope, a future, and a peace that transcends all understanding.”





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Author Kathy Harris


“I love to write about detours. Even if we’re sidetracked — because of our own misstep or because of a redirection from God — it does’t mean we can’t reach our goal. God uses detours if we will give them to Him.”



Autumn Macarthur

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Author Autumn Macarthur

“I love to write deeply emotional stories to make you smile and remind you how big and wide and deep God’s love and forgiveness can be. That’s it, completely. I write love stories about a man, and a woman, and the God who loves them both. The One, who they can’t be whole without.”




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Author Cindy Patterson

“Through Broken Butterfly, I wanted to give a glimpse of how God can use brokenness and make it whole. I also wanted to share a remarkable love story that gives hope.”





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Author Kathleen Rouser

“My desire is for my characters to resonate with readers and realize the need for a transforming Savior in everyday life. Also, the  the importance of finding trust in the Lord, even when it doesn’t make sense to trust Him, and having the ability to move forward in life with faith in Christ.”



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 Author Elaine Stock

“My stories fuse family drama and psychological suspense, with a goal to encourage others that as long as they hold tight onto God, they can face joys despite trials.”




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Always With You, helping

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Christine Lindsay: Thinking Twice About Closed Publishing Doors

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Everyone’s Story welcomes back with a queen size hug the amazing and caring Christine Lindsay, author of historical and contemporary Christian fiction, as well as her new release, Finding Sarah, Finding Me, her first non-fiction book. I met Christine at my first ACFW conference and have been blessed since with by her friendship even though more than 3000 miles separate us. This week Christine shares about her non-fiction book, which is a piece of her heart, the blurb of the book, and a lovely  BookGiveaway. We’re both looking forward to hearing from you.

**Plus, want to win a $20 Amazon Gift Card? 

Check below, after Christine’s feature.

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Christine is offering 1 ebook version to 1  randomly chosen commenter. Plus, if you share this post on Facebook and note it within the comment, you’ll receive an extra bonus point. The winner will be announced here on Friday, August 19th between 5-6 PM EST.

** Please note regarding BookGiveaways: email contact information within comments are no longer required. However, if I have a question regarding yours I’ll leave a comment for you to forward it in order for you to chance winning.



Back of the book blurb:

Adoption. It’s something that touches one in three people today, a word that will conjure different emotions in those people touched by it. A word that might represent the greatest hope…the greatest question…the greatest sacrifice. But most of all, it’s a word that represents God’s immense love for his people.

Join birth mother Christine Lindsay as she shares the heartaches, hopes, and epiphanies of her journey to reunion with the daughter she gave up…and to understanding her true identity in Christ along the way.

Through her story and glimpses into the lives of other families in the adoption triad, readers will see the beauty of our broken families, broken hearts, and broken dreams when we entrust them to our loving God.

Note: 100 % of Christine Lindsay royalties for this non-fiction book will be donated to the Mukti mission in India.

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Read for Free the first chapters of all Christine’s books on her website, but click HERE to read Chapter One of Finding Sarah Finding Me.


The Resurrection of a Book – by Christine Lindsay

Way back in 2000 I was convinced that God wanted me to write a non-fiction book. I had relinquished a baby girl to adoption in 1979 and we had been reunited 20 years later. I was more than convinced—I’m sure I was downright militant. I had an agenda for my book! I was a birth-mother, oh hear me roar. That sort of thing. I shudder now with the memory.

Not surprising the Lord stopped me just short of publication. That was, until 16 years had passed. But at the time I had no idea the book would take all those years to become a reality. All I felt then was a burning need to tell others about my rocky road as a birth-mother and equally rocky reunion with my daughter.

The following is an excerpt from my new release Finding Sarah Finding Me:

In addition to (my counselor’s) suggestions, (my husband) has one of his own. He finds me crying, as usual, in the living room one day when I assume the house is empty. He goes out and returns a while later with a brand new journal and lapis blue fountain pen. Gently placing these items in my lap, he says, “Here honey, write it. You’ve been an artist all your life, either with paint or words. Write your book.” . . . Like a blind man receiving his first braille writing slate and stylus, I accept my husband’s gift.


How many of us writers use literature to express our personal vents or agendas? I smile at this answer—probably all of us, and there is nothing wrong with that.

But if you are a writer you will understand the frustration, to feel so convinced your book should be published and then to see the doors to the publishing world bolted shut, is tantamount to torture. Why does God put us through that?

Another excerpt below from Finding Sarah Finding Me:

Whenever I share with people about my writing, quite often they give me a perplexed smile, and a patronizing tone laces their words. “Good that you have a hobby. Must be so cathartic.” Thank God I have friends who don’t think I’ve just arrived from Mars. My writing is not a hobby but something seeded in me as far back as the days when I sat in the maternity ward and held baby Sarah . . .

And I’m sure by this time that all the catharsis I needed from writing is complete . . . I’m ready to launch what my experience has taught me about the Lord on the world. Just let me at ’em.

Typical. Most people going through emotional healing think they’re healed long before they actually are.

My journey to publication is like my search for Sarah— agonizingly slow. But I am learning, and I control my urge to growl at the Lord and pray with only a hint of my old whine, “Okay, okay, if you don’t want me to write this non-fiction account, how do you want me to use this writing gift?” The impression gradually emerges that I’m to paint what I’ve gained of emotional and spiritual healing into fiction to—God-willing—help others.



Back in 2000 I didn’t know that the Lord would use my journey as a fiction writer to help me discover my birth-mother role. The past 16 years have been filled with moments such as when I asked my publisher if Sarah could be the cover model for my debut novel. At the time Sarah and I were still working out a tenuous relationship, but somehow the Lord put it all together, and her beautiful face is on that beautiful cover.

A few years later the Lord used my writing and Sarah’s career as a nurse to draw us into the close birth-mother/birth-daughter relationship that I longed for. Sarah came to visit and told us as a family she was going to be a missionary with *GAiN that oversaw various orphanages around the world. One orphanage she would be working with very closely was the **Muki Mission in India.

Excerpt below from Finding Sarah Finding Me:

Sarah looks at me with a little grin, a half-knowing look in her eyes. “I think I remember now. You know about the Mukti, don’t you?”

“Yes.” My pulse leaps like a hysterical rabbit. “I’ve been interested in that mission for years. In fact, a portion of the book I’m currently writing features the Mukti.”

She gives me a wide, uninhibited smile, complete with the shared knowledge that God has entwined both of our callings—me as a writer and her as a nurse—for this one shining moment in time, upon this one mission in India…of all the missions in all the world.


As time went by and my writing career bloomed, I considered my birth-mother book a thing of the past. I’d matured as a Christian, been healed of my emotional trauma of losing my first child to adoption, was rejoicing over the good things God was doing in my life, and then . . . out of the blue my publisher said they wanted to publish my non-fiction book.

God is the God of resurrections, the God of new beginnings. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He was just waiting until He had taken me through my complete apprenticeship as a writer, and until I had grown as a writer to write a very different book than the one I wanted to write in 2000.

Finding Sarah Finding Me, releasing this August 15, 2016, was written by a woman who can look back on the past with her hindsight untarnished by pain and cleansed by the love of God.


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Christine’s Ah-hahs To Tweet:

Why does Christine Lindsay @CLindsayWriter question shut publishing doors? (Tweet This)

Christine Lindsay @CLindsayWriter : A birth-mother is reunited with daughter after 20 years.  (Tweet This)

#Giveaway of Finding Sarah, Finding Me, a birth-mother’s story by Christine Lindsay @CLindsayWriter (Tweet This)

Author’s Bio:

Christine Lindsay is the author of multi-award-winning Christian fiction with complex emotional and psychological truth, who always promises a happy ending. Tales of her Irish ancestors who served in the British Cavalry in Colonial India inspired her multi-award-winning series Twilight of the British Raj, Book 1 Shadowed in Silk, Book 2 Captured by Moonlight, and explosive finale Veiled at Midnight.

Christine’s Irish wit and use of setting as a character is evident in her contemporary romances Londonderry Dreaming and Sofi’s Bridge.

A busy writer and speaker, Christine, and her husband live on the west coast of Canada. Coming August 2016 is the release of her non-fiction book Finding Sarah—Finding Me: A Birthmother’s Story.

Places to connect with Christine:








In appreciation

of all those who downloaded their Free Kindle copy of 

Always With You, helping

to make it a Kindle Best Seller list, here’s a way

to win a $20 Amazon Gift Card:




I’m interviewed on The Diamond Mine of Christian Fiction

Wednesday, August 17th.  Hope to see you there!

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Christine and I look forward to your comments.