The author and her husband looking rather dashing.

Tousled (Adjective)–Disordered or disheveled

Apostle (Noun)–Any of the early followers of Jesus who carried the Christian message into the world.Granted, the term “apostle” usually applies to the original followers of Jesus Christ, but there are other definitions including “the title of a person sent on a foreign mission.” And that’s what I’ve been for a good many years, a pilgrim wandering in both mind and body, searching for a home and for answers. In my many years on this earth, I have been and continue to be….

  • A Christian— I grew up in church with a Bible in one hand and a hymnal in the other, but I only came to true saving faith and a relationship with Jesus Christ when I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2004. I didn’t know it at the time, but my disease ended up being my saving grace. Yes, it changed me physically, but all the pain and uncertainty has been worth it because it was what brought me into a right relationship with Him. I love giving my testimony to others and sharing the scripture that I know God had in mind for me with them, 2 Corinthians 12:7-10.
  • A Nerd–Finishing school didn’t mean I was done with learning. I earned both an English degree and one in Secondary Education and continued on to gain a Master’s Degree in English from the University of North Florida. I would love nothing more than to earn a Ph.D. in literature, but that may not be in the cards. However, I also have hopes to attend seminary some time in the future.
  • A Writer–In 2000, I also took up creative writing, beginning with truly awful fiction and poetry. I now write slightly less awful fiction and poetry as well as non-fiction, and I’ve actually won a few contests and had a few things published. I may never be rich or famous, but I’ve got reams of things I need to say stored up inside me. I think better with a keyboard under my fingertips, and I feel most alive when I’m communicating on the page. And now, I get to write for work. It doesn’t get any better than that.
  • A Musician— I read, play, and love music. However, I don’t do it as well as many other people I know. I began playing piano as a child to placate my mother. She wanted a girly girl and tried putting me in gymnastics (too tall), ballet (too chunky), and even tap dancing (too uncoordinated). Finally, after a disastrous experience on the soccer field, Mom relented and told me that I could explore my talents in a way that was less public (and humiliating). Piano led to viola, viola led to flute, and flute led to French horn.




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  1. If that is a picture of you and your husband at the top with the musical instruments you deserve an award for the humor that lies within it. Love it. You write like you think which is what I do and so I can relate.

    1. There might be a smidge of humor in it, I suppose. Some of the photographs are funnier than others, but we wanted some serious/artsy ones as well. Maybe we were trying too hard to be serious! 🙂

  2. I completely feel in love with your quote by Erma Bombeck at the top of the page. And then I read past it and think you sound pretty awesome. 🙂 Thanks for the follow!

    1. Thanks! I found that quote years ago and made it my life’s theme. 🙂 I also like the one by Oswald Chambers that reads, “Your creative mind is a gift from God, and it ought to be devoted entirely to Him.”

    1. It depends on the player. Most of us have trouble with one or the other. As I’ve matured as a musician, I’ve noticed that notes in the higher register are much easier for me to hear and to hit than the ones an octave or more below the staff. Also, the horn makes a difference. Double horns have a wider range than singles, and triples even more than doubles.

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