Joan’s Blog

LOST In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost. I journey on though I glimpse

I found myself standing under a most unusual Christmas tree last week. A giant palm tree strung with star-like lights on its stem and swaying branches, this was a Mauritian

Break my heart for what breaks yours. This single line of a song we sing in church somehow got stuck in my mind, like a repeating refrain.  I began to

Here’s something that wasn’t in my life before a publishing contract – writing deadlines. For the last few years I’ve happily worked away at The Poison Tree Path Chronicles without having anybody

  At a formal function last week, I sat next to an old acquaintance who I have not spoken to for some years. “Things appear to be taking off for

Today has me thinking about the women in my life. Other than two significant men—my husband and father—my life is a rich tapestry of relationships with women. There’s my mother

I’ve never felt like a ‘Joan’. When I was younger I was sure I was somebody else. Maybe Sarah, or Danielle or even Joanna. But definitely not Joan. Now this

Three and a half years ago God gave me a promise. Now I’m not one of those people who hear clearly from God on a daily basis. For me it’s

Everything conspires against my calling myself an African. To begin with I am White when the very word ‘African’ implies Black. Even Americans who have added the word African to