by Kim Pullen
So today marks my first official day as a “self-supporting” full-time writer. And—no joke—I’m a little petrified. I’ve fancied jumping off this cliff for a long time. I’d stand a few feet from the edge gazing up into the bright, clear sky, feeling God’s warmth and...
by Kim Pullen
I have seen a squirrel run up a tree backwards. I have seen the pale blue smoke of dirtbikes hanging in the morning mist. I have seen mailmen without a smile. I have seen ants heft a crumb, heaving in unison. I have seen a dead friend in a casket. I have seen puppies...
by Kim Pullen
I am changing teams. I have homeschooled my girls for the last three years and loved, loved, loved all the amazing time I have gotten with them. But my ten-year-old is like her dad and feeds off the energy of those around her–the more kids, the happier she...
by Kim Pullen
This week I have no mellifluous metaphors, no sanguine similes, and no allegorical alliteration. Not even a bit of humor. Today, my message is simple: If you have been reading one version of the Bible for any length of time, read another. I’ve been studying the...
by Kim Pullen
(Part 1 of 3) RE-fuse or reFUSE? DE-sert or de-SERT? Living in Florida where the population is becoming more diverse by the day, I have many friends who speak English as a second language. Read below to understand why they should be given Medals of Honor for even...
by Kim Pullen
There is something downright maddening when your brand-new netbook, laptop, or PC spontaneously develops artificial intelligence. I say artificial because nobody with any real intelligence could have invented a computer that enjoys tasting, chewing up, and then...
by Kim Pullen
If you’re a guy, you may not relate to this entry, but it may save your marriage and every other female friendship you ever have. If you’re a woman and you’re over 40, you’ll “get” it. Others of you can’t even imagine 40, so as you read this you may get flashes of...
