Author Spotlight — Kathy McKinsey ( + Giveaway )

Today I am excited to welcome author Kathy McKinsey for an author spotlight and more. Read through to the end to find out how you can enter her giveaway.

Psalm 56:8: “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.”

Psalm 103: 13: As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him.”

I began writing when I was about ten years old and had stories and poems published in magazines when I was in high school. I dreamed of publishing a book someday.

For more than thirty years, with college, work, and raising a family, I wrote very little. I promised myself I’d write again when I retired.

Seven years ago, I had to quit work due to health problems. I fell into severe depression, feeling useless to my family and as an adult of working age.

God reminded me to use this gift of time to write.

None of the stories in ALL MY TEARS is autobiographical. However, I’ve dealt with depression. I’ve struggled to keep a marriage alive and a family strong.

I know what it’s like to believe God cannot forgive my sins.

ALL my tears is a collection of five novellas which give the stories of women facing these and other challenges. I want readers to know and learn, as I did, that God is the loving Father in Luke chapter 15. He waits and watches for us and runs to greet and comfort us when we take one step toward coming home to him.

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT:

What fun or unique thing can you tell us about yourself?

As a braille user since the age of eleven, I was delighted to learn about making tactile drawings using braille symbols. I enjoy making drawings of elephants, Christmas trees, sailboats and STARWARS characters, and much more.

Please describe yourself in three words.

I am silly, serious, and home-loving.

What do you enjoy most about writing?

As a writer, my interest leans more toward story than characters. I love to see how a story idea will flourish.

QUESTION FOR READERS:

Tell us one of your favorite memories from the past year. Leave a comment below to be entered in the giveaway for an ebook copy of “All My Tears”.

About Kathy:

Kathy McKinsey grew up on a pig farm in Missouri, and although she’s lived in cities for nearly 40 years, she still considers herself a farm girl.

She’s been married to Murray for 32 years, and they have five adult children.

She’s had two careers before writing—stay-at-home-Mom and rehabilitation teacher for the blind.

She lives in Lakewood, Ohio with her husband and two of her children. Besides writing, she enjoys activities with her church, editing for other writers, braille transcribing, crocheting, knitting, and playing with the cat and dog.

Kathy.mckinsey@gmail.com

https://www.kathymckinsey.com

https://www.facebook.com/kathy.brinkmann.mckinsey

https://twitter.com/kathymckinsey

 

 

First Page of GIFTS FROM MY BROTHER

ONE

When I opened my eyes, my brother Jeff sat beside me, his head in his hands, asleep.

Where was I? I didn’t know this room. What . . . “Jeff?” My voice croaked.

He jerked awake, then looked straight at me. “Cassie. Hey.”

“Why are you here?” My eyes were heavy and my mouth dry. Turning my head, I saw the IV attached to my arm. “Is this a hospital? Why, what, why are you here?”

Jeff leaned over and put his face right beside mine. “Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.”

“What—what happened?” I lay in a bed, and my head was confused and groggy. “Jeff?”

“You’re hurt.” He laid his hand on my shoulder. “But yes, this is a hospital, and you’re going to be okay. Just sleep now. I promise I’ll stay with you.”

Relaxing, I closed my eyes. He wasn’t going anywhere.

The next time I woke and found my brother sitting beside my bed, I was more alert. “Jeff?”

He closed the magazine in his hands and turned toward me. “Hey, little bird, how are you?”

I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I think I heard . . . one of the nurses said . . . I tried to kill myself. Is that true?”

He knelt on the floor beside my bed and laid his head close to me. “Yes, honey.”

 

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