The glitter on the creche Seduces me from how inglorious His comings and goings were. His feet filthy from offal paths until someone thought to wash them, His hands unwashed, as the Pharisees noted. No beauty to behold except in a peek on a peak. Mostly, His sandal...
Don’t take me to the place where the bad men are, she says. Take me somewhere else, she says beneath her shawl. No, he says, we won’t go there. Take me to our friends, our people, she says, her belly seizing now. Don’t take me to a place of strangers. No, he says, we...
Skin of my Teeth someone could have looked at him and said well of course he has a curved scar across his head from where the metal of the rim of a wheel of a horse-drawn wagon ran over him when he was a child well of course he was in the war where...
My new book, A Conspiracy of Breath, deals with some very dark subject matter. My heroine, the historical figure Priscilla who is mentioned several times in the Bible in conjunction with her husband Aquila, miscarries her first child. However, even though she did not...
One of the challenges of writing Biblical fiction is that, in order to make sure that people mentioned in the Bible don't come across as “saccharine saints.” Even though the protagonist of my biblical historical fiction book, A Conspiracy of Breath, could...
Many women loved Jesus. Some followed Him around and cooked for Him, just to be near Him. At least one didn't cook for Him, on purpose, just to be near Him. But one woman loved Him enough to carry Him around. Literally, to carry Him around. When He rose from the dead,...
