Taryn R. Hutchison's Blog: The Glorious Muddle, page 22

I Survived

In a few hours, I’ll leave for the airport to pick Steve up. I can’t wait! I survived the week, but I’m so glad it wasn’t any longer. And I’m not the only one. Our cat (and our neighbor’s cat – his best bud, bunkmate, and daily dinner guest) have protested their later morning breakfast […]

Fighting on our Knees

I can’t think of a time in my lifetime when more unthinkable atrocities were being committed in more places throughout the world. Every day, bloodshed escalates. Our world is rocked by violence. Ukraine and Russia. Israel and Hamas. IS in Iraq. Syria. Nigeria. We shouldn’t be surprised by this. “In fact, everyone who wants to […]

Time Alone

This morning, I got up in the dark to drive Steve to the airport. I miss him already. A week is a long time and we’ve rarely been apart this long. And yet, I’m the one who encouraged him to take this trip to be present at two different family events, both in the same state – although opposite […]

My Turn

This week, my turn came around to post something on writing for my writing guild’s blog. I’m in awe of the other Redbud members, confident that they are all miles ahead of me down the writing/speaking road. Not just in awe, but a little intimidated. These women are in the big leagues. And me? I’m […]

It’s All About Choices

One of my dearest friends from the Old Days in Eastern Europe came to visit this weekend.  I took her upstairs and let her choose which of our two guest rooms she preferred. Then I let her pick her towel, in an assortment of colors. The next morning, she had the weighty decision of which […]

Introducing . . . the Second Edition!

My long wait is over. I’d like to introduce to the world . . . (can you hear the imaginary drum roll?) . . .  the second edition of We Wait You! Actually, at first glance nothing has changed. Same look. Same cover. Same text (with two minor typos finally corrected). Same story. About the […]

Let It Go

Oswald Chamber’s words that I read this morning — words that he wrote a century ago — resound in my ears. God is my Father. He loves me. I shall never think of anything He will forget. Why should I worry? God is my Father and he does love me. I say I believe that. […]

Resuscitated

Some back story before my big reveal: In early January, with no warning to us authors, my  publisher closed down. Was this the death knell of my book? Five years is the typical life of a book. Mine was five years old. Discouraged, I assumed it had lived out its life. On New Year’s Day, as my […]

Moonlighting

Last weekend I was treated like a rock star. I drove across the state to Durham to speak to a dear group of ladies who have been reading my book in their care group. Once I entered the fellowship hall, bedecked in the colors of both the Romanian and Hungarian flags, these wonderful ladies eagerly […]

Southern Sayin’s

It’s been more than four years since Steve and I descended on our sleepy Carolina town and took up residence. Four years of cultural faux pas prompting eyes to roll and voices to whisper, “She can’t help it. She’s from California.” The news that I actually originated in Maryland (south of the Mason-Dixon line, a […]