Purple hair and author websites: This time, it’s real

Approximately twenty years ago (that sound you hear is me throwing up), my parents and I went to the American Baptist Convention in Indianapolis, Indiana.  We did this because we are American Baptists and, I guess, that was the time all the American Baptist ministers...

Fiction: How far are you willing to suspend disbelief?

So, last week I decided to work overtime at Day Job and, although it was only two hours extra a day, I felt like I’d made a daily trek across the Serengeti.  Exhausted.  I didn’t want to look at a computer, let alone write.  Or blog.  Or read.  Or do...