For two years right out of college, I worked for the Savannah Morning News. It was an incredible foundation for a life of writing, especially with editors who were patient and thoughtful teachers. Below are my three favorite stories from that time.

I currently write for Operation Blessing. Scroll down for a few of my favorites.

Waiting for My Soldier

Excerpt: My husband was scheduled to come home Tuesday, July 1 - our second wedding anniversary. ... On Monday, I was a bundle of nerves and could barely stop shaking long enough to form a clear sentence. My in-laws were getting into town that night, and everything was almost set for Greg's homecoming.


Pistol Packin' Mamas

Excerpt: When Jeanne Capozzi, 64, saw two "disreputable characters" coming toward her on Broughton Street, she didn't hesitate to put her hand on the .38 caliber revolver in her purse.

Turning Into Our Mothers

Excerpt: The moment comes in almost every woman's life. We're looking in the mirror, talking to our children, cooking dinner, talking on the phone - when it hits us: "Oh my goodness! I'm my mother!" ... And it hits hard, doesn't it?


Operation Blessing stories

Thriving Together
Excerpt: As a loving mother of six, Annette wanted nothing more than to see her little ones thrive. She and her children lived in poverty in Uganda, making them extremely vulnerable to hunger and sickness. When her twins were just one month old, little Rahima began showing signs of malnourishment. When Annette sought help, she was advised to give up her children to a local orphanage so they could be cared for.

Rescued, Redeemed and Restored
With just two coins in her pocket, Pilar planned her escape. Telling her mother she was going to school she instead bravely boarded a bus that would take her to her aunt’s town. It appeared to have worked, but just three weeks later, while her aunt was traveling, her mother came calling with a government official, insisting she was required to return home.

Brand New Light
In a small Kenyan village, 82-year-old Mary and the six family members who live with her used to rely on a tin lamp, known in Kenya as a koroboi. The light is fueled by kerosene, emits smoke and needs regular maintenance. ... Those living with the koroboi may inhale the equivalent of up to two packs of cigarettes a day from the fumes coming off the kerosene lamp.