Profession: I have charming friends who write charming books.
One is Miss Anita Yoder, my friend from Poland by way of Ireland. We met remotely—and don’t you dare think “Internet” because it wasn’t. It was a lovely old-fashioned snail mail writers’ workshop, in which we were fined a postage stamp for every day we delayed sending the package.
I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but once, she had to put in a whole page of stamps.
In her defense, she was away from home the week the package arrived.
Which tells you how honorable she is.
She’s more than honorable. She’s spunky and witty and honest and fun. And she hates gushing, so I will stop there…
Since those virtual days, we’ve shared coffee and non-stop chat in person anytime we get a chance. We’ve prayed, laughed, gotten teary, shared Oreos and tea–and exchanged lengthy emails. I like her. A lot.
Anita wrote a book about the adventures of singlehood, because she noticed how easily one sees it as a slog through knee-deep slough or something, how one tends to mope and moan. She entitled her book “Life is for Living—not for waiting around.” Fresh air blows through it. Vigor, life, hope.
I love it, and I didn’t read it while I was single, but while I was married. Single and married women are not separate species, you know. We wrestle with similar Apollyons.
Even at young ages.
Have you read Anita’s book? You’ll enjoy it. In fact, I have a copy here to give away. See? This one is mine, but I have a brand new matching copy I’ll send to you for free.
If you would like to own it, leave a comment or drop an email to tell me why you’d like it… for yourself or for a friend. Sadly, only one of you will win the book, unless the Lord Jesus turns it into magic fish. The rest of you can go here and buy a copy for yourself.