Some years ago, I found a brochure in my letterbox advertising a beginner’s class in watercolours.  It would only take up three Saturd...

Sitting up in the top of my cupboard is a blue box tied with a piece of white fabric tape. It’s been there for two years now and I haven’t t...

I love writing and reading. I love slipping into the world of the novel with its believable characters, its enjoyable setting, its grippi...

One of the great joys of having children is the fun of choosing their names; at least, it becomes a joy once you get past the wrangling (as...

Photo courtesy of sumetho/FreeDigitalPhotos.net I was watching an episode of our local Masterchef and famous British chef Marco Pierre ...

First, let me say that I am thrilled to be an honorary Aussie. I've bragged about this to all my American writing friends. ;-) I...

"The tablets were the work of God;  the writing was the writing of God, engraved on the tablets."  Ex 32:16 According t...

Not long ago, I shared my thoughts about these Tom Swifties on my own blog. As they are addictive and very enjoyable, I thought I'd intr...

by Jeanette O'Hagan At the Crossways An author’s date snatched between appointments. I point my aqua Laser toward the close...

“When is something finally going to break for me?” I was on the phone to a good friend. We were rehashing a familiar litany. When was h...

I opened my eyes. Seven a.m. My beloved was disappearing from my line of vision - off for his morning shower. I sat up in bed; my eyes ful...

Imagine: Boundless potential Over the past two decades there seems to have been a shift in the landscape of Christian fiction, a b...