I have started a second book. At this point, it remains untitled. I wanted to include an excerpt hear–Spirit is the charcoal outline of a better me. She is the presence that moves me toward God. She is the presence that keeps me cradled in his being. My Spirit glows even in dim light. Her laugh sends bees to the stars. The bees return with pieces of honey comb strapped to their backs by fine thread. Who straps the honey comb to their backs? Pixies maybe. Fairies maybe. Somebody who is tanned by the stars and moves around in the deepest dark.

I watched The Conjuring today. It scared the bejesus out of me. Thank God I wasn’t raised Catholic, then it would have really scared me. Is demonic position possible in this world? I’d love to hear what you have to say.

Thank you for your readership.