I love words. I love how they have history and layers and depth. I love how they dance across a page, how they can be raw and desperate or convey love and hope. I love how they can change the world and explain it, how some have twenty-four definitions and others just one. I love how they can make people throw back their heads and laugh, and how a single word can change the course of a conversation or a day or a life. I love that, as the Gospel of John says, “in the beginning was the Word.”

Who knew that a one-time high school dropout could end up having this lifelong love affair with words? It sure shocked me. But the bigger shocker is that I get to play with words everyday as a bona fide editor. How cool is that?

I am what they, here in Nashville, call a hot mess. I’m a wife, mom, sister, friend, Bible-loving, romantic nerd who quotes lines from Pride and Prejudice and Star Wars with equal ardor. I have a few pounds of flesh more than would fit comfortably in the past with Elizabeth or the future with Princess Leia. But that rarely keeps me from downing fried okra or a coconut macaroon. My floor is covered in books, my desk covered in gel pens, and my bed is rarely made up.

I’ve lived in Missouri, Texas, Minnesota, and Tennessee. I have three grown kids, a tolerant and gorgeous husband, and more friends than I deserve. I am a Jesus freak who is trying to figure out how to live life more and more like Him. I’m half the woman I want to be, but I’m doubling my efforts to be better.

 *I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV. Please do not cut anything in half, or double stuff (except Oreos) without consulting a physician. My advice is to be taken with a grain of salt or a spoonful of sugar, whichever you prefer.