By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Thank you for participating in last week’s dog’s-life book giveaway and helping me decide what kind of dog I should get next. I’m always interested in hearing what readers think of my stories and characters, and it seems like almost everyone enjoys a good
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer As an author, I tend to fall in love with some of my characters, including the animal characters. For my inspirational-Western-romance books, this means I’m collecting horses and dogs, metaphorically speaking. However, I may be collecting a real-life hound companion for Blue the Cowdog
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Solar lights mark the junction of my driveway with the main road. On sunny days, they collect enough energy to cast a soft glow after dark, lighting the entrance to our drive. I never have to turn them on and they cost me nothing
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer I don’t like New Year’s resolutions. The distaste has to do with the word “resolution.” It reminds me of my days as a reporter covering government meetings where resolutions were merely formal declarations of opinions and intentions without any formal action. In other words,
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer This year I’d like to share with you one of my Cowboy’s favorite Christmas songs. Christmas blessings to you and yours~ “Christmas for Cowboys” Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day Driving the cattle over snow covered plains All of the good
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer A couple thousand years ago, God told a young Jewish girl named Mary that she would give birth to His son, the Messiah, conceived by the Holy Spirit. That’s quite a life-changing announcement. But do you think He told her that she’d have the
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer ‘Tis the season of giving, right? Or is it the season of getting? “Six o’ one, half dozen of the other,” Mama used to say. But always she added, “We give at Christmas because God gave us Jesus.” I grew up hearing that and
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Tomorrow is National Cookie Day. I am certain the day of national recognition was determined with me in mind. As far as I’m concerned, Cookie Day is right up there with Mother’s Day and birthdays. I can easily turn down pie or cake. Doughnuts
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Other than his ma, he’d never given a woman anything but a hard time. –Wil Bergman, Snow Angel Christmas-gift shopping is often a man’s least-favorite activity. I speak from the experience of living with a husband and son. To be completely transparent, I speak
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Thanksgiving Day is fast approaching. Many people are busy cooking, cleaning, and preparing for a big family feed. Others are wondering who they’ll spend the day with, or they’re missing lost loved ones. Some are dreading the pending presence of a certain relative or
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Not long ago I had the honor of spending time with a couple of cowboys who had more than the love of rodeo and horses in common. Though one hailed from Louisiana and the other from Pennsylvania, their trails first crossed during an emergency
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer I knitted once. Many years ago, I needled my way through a scarf for my soon-to-be-husband, hoping to keep him warm in Colorado’s snowy clime while I wintered in temperate California. That scarf was the extent of my knitting career. When I started writing
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer When asked what advice I have for aspiring writers, I say, “Don’t quit.” Sometimes I say, “Never give up.” And often I add, “Keep writing.” I know; my advice is boringly repetitive. However, that’s the kind of stick-to-it-iveness required for most worthwhile endeavors. It’s
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer In most places, fall arrives with a visual reminder that change is coming. Ordinary green trees don brilliant foliage and temperatures fluctuate drastically. I find hope in the changing seasons – hope that God in His mercy won’t leave me stuck in the same
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer You’ve probably watched a parent hold their child close and pour in their love. Eye to eye. Face to face. Maybe you’ve even done it yourself. Holding a little one close to our face is often symbolic of how we hold them close to