Author Archives: Donna Coulson
My newest novel is out!
Are you ready for some beach time? Can’t get away to some tropical island? I’m here to rescue you! My latest novel is now available. It’s called Fractured Grief. Set in the Virgin Islands, it’s a contemporary Christian fiction read with a Caribbean vibe complete with smugglers and rum! Available right now on Amazon for … Continue reading
Take a Seat
I grew up standing up on the front seat of our Studebaker with only my mom’s arm to protect me when she hit the brakes. When my children were babies, I held them while we drove (sometimes when I drove!) Later, they had booster seats so they could see out the window. From the time … Continue reading
Winter Woes
For most of last week our temperature didn’t get above freezing. No surprise, I hate the cold, especially when accompanied by Wyoming’s vicious wind. Despite this, once I ignore the fact that I can’t feel my toes, and I ignore the discomfort of needing to go to the bathroom but deciding that it just isn’t … Continue reading
One More Snorkeling Post
There’s something sublime about snorkeling. Contacts in, face mask seated tight, snorkel in my mouth- check. Wade out to thigh-deep water and slip on the fins. Bend at the waist, push off and lift my feet. Instantly weightless, immediately transported to a whole new realm: surrounded, embraced, and welcomed. The dominant sound is of my … Continue reading
Traveling
When we landed in Miami on our way home last week, we had just about half an hour to make our next flight. We were both a bit nervous about making that connection, especially when I checked and found that we were arriving at D-9 and needed to depart from D-33. From past experience in … Continue reading
Thoughts from below Frederiksted Pier
It’s so easy to get discouraged. Look around this world and see the hate, the meanness, the pollution, threats of disease, the level of savage selfishness, earthquakes, economic ruin, a host of other ills plaguing our world. It’s not much of a stretch to think there is no God, or that there is, but He … Continue reading
Home again
The adage is “You can’t go home again.” Wiktionary explains this means “Past times which are fondly remembered are irrecoverably in the past and cannot be relived.” I’m pretty sure this isn’t universally true since in my life I have left Wyoming three separate times, eventually returning here to feel perfectly comfortable and at peace. … Continue reading
Time, time
The title of a recent sermon at my church was “In the fullness of time”. When the title flashed up on the screen above the pastor’s head as he began, an hourglass appeared as well. The main thrust of the sermon was that Jesus’ birth in Bethlehem wasn’t a result of happenstance or a change … Continue reading
And Shepherds once more
Have you ever wondered why it was shepherds that first got the news of Jesus’ birth? Honestly, until Karl (my husband) made an off-hand observation about it to me recently, I never really questioned it. I just assumed that shepherds were pretty lowly and had no great status in society, and since God wanted to … Continue reading
And there were shepherds…
Of all the players in the Christmas story, the shepherds are my favorite. If I could go back in time and shadow anyone involved that night, I’d hang out with the shepherds. For just that one evening, I wish I’d have been with them. First: the night. Cold, wintery, fresh air makes the … Continue reading
