Flowers from a dear friend’s garden this morning. Beauty is a balm.
A prayer for one of my kids after a hard first day of school:
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3
Yesterday I finished King of Ashes by S.A. Cosby. Each time I talk about this book, I reflexively do a long blink, take a deep breath in, and say, “It was dark” on the exhale. I mean, wow.
Although the first one I read, Blacktop Wasteland, is still my favorite, Cosby’s books have become an automatic read for me. His books are violent and gritty, and even so, I just really like his writing; I consistently want to keep reading. I love it when the writing or the plot is compelling enough to override the aspects of a story that usually would be a pass for me (e.g., violence, drugs, characters that stress me out).
Our contestants have no idea what game it is they’re about to play. The only way to learn is by playing, the only way to win is by learning, and the only way to begin is by beginning. So without further ado, let’s begin.
–intro to Game Changer and the description that keeps coming to mind as I got this bee in my bonnet to blog again