by Lyneta Smith @LynetaS A squirrel clung to the tree trunk behind my new friend Kellie as we sipped iced tea on her deck. He skirted back and forth, unsure whether it was safe to jump onto the railing. I was about to comment on his unusual tail shape when…

By Katy Kauffman @katykauffman28 Like a textbook. That’s how my writer’s voice sounded when I started to write my first book. I could write devotions that sounded like a one-sided conversation, but my book sounded academic like the textbooks I had in college—factual, cold, distant. I knew I couldn’t leave…