by Carolyn Bolz
Nearly twenty years ago when I was attending a Cascade Christian Writers summer conference, I went to an afternoon workshop taught by an editor from a Christian publishing company. As he began speaking, our instructor suddenly spotted a woman he recognized in the
by A.C.S. Bird
I had considered attending the OCW summer conference for many years, but always the cost or timing prevented my participation. This year, however, after years of freelance writing and editing, my yearning for fellowship and collaboration outweighed financial concerns. Providentially, my last-minute investigation
by Sharon Fischer
I glanced over at my computer, then quickly looked away in aversion and despair. Every time my eyes fell on it I was reminded of my failure to sell any of the stories God had led me to write. Over the years He
By Laura Bradford
But when the lyrics began to describe the depths of Jesus’ sacrifice—how He let humanity trample Him like a flower tossed on the ground—a stab of conviction pierced my heart. If my Savior gave everything for me, shouldn’t I
