Peggy Purser Freeman

Peggy Purser Freeman - Author/Freelance Writer/Freelance Peggy Purser Freeman, former editor for Granbury Showcase Magazine, writes for magazines across Texas. She is author of The Coldest Day in Texas, Swept Back to a Texas Future, Teach Writing Without a Pencil, Dip Street and Other Miracles, Spy Cam One and numerous articles including: Chicken Soup for the Bride, Chicken Soup Teens Talk to Middle Graders, Chicken Soup for the Soul Happily Ever After, Chicken Soup Devotionals. In the past she has written and hosted Kid Talk, a DCTV production and presented for Radio Disney public affairs shows 620 AM. More information about Peggy Freeman: Author – The Coldest Day in Texas, (TCU Press) one of three finalists for The Texas League of Writers Teddy Book Award, presented by First Lady Laura Bush. Peggy has three books scheduled to be released in 2014. Swept Back to a Texas Future – a historical play for children, depicting an overview of Texas history. (Hendrick-Long) Editor – Peggy served for the past ten years as editor for Granbury/Glen Rose Showcase Magazine. Freelance Writer – Peggy writes for major magazines across Texas. She has written columns for newspapers and written and presented for Radio Disney public affairs shows 620AM. Speaker – Peggy’s speaks on: her own work, the writing process, Texas history, responsible behavior, values and finding your own family history. Teacher – Peggy has taught writing classes at the University of Texas at Arlington continuing education and Texas A&M Tarleton’s Langdon Center in Granbury. Student Writing Workshops – Students of all ages love writing when they participate in Peggy’s workshops. Centered on games and fun activities even writing becomes an enjoyable adventure.   Blog and Social Media – Peggy has built up a blogging readership and Twitter list with six different sites. Using the team concept, her social media strategy informs and excites the base. Plus it reaches out and pulls the public into the website.

Jan 102020

I love choosing a birthday person each year. It keeps me from remembering how old I am and it gives me an opportunity to thank people who have blessed my life. This year, I had two people in the run-off. Then I realized these two people don’t know each other but they are connected.

Thank you to my two birthday people for 2020. You are awesome and kind to put up with me. Pastor Mark Forrest and Diane Munford.

Pastor Mark Forrest

Dr. Forrest is the pastor at Lakeside Baptist and probably one of the best preachers I’ve ever heard. In 2018, I had the joy of helping Mark publish his first book. You can’t imagine how much you learn when editing a book and this book, Soul Beginnings, introduces the first 11 chapters of Genesis. Mark writes as he preaches—for everyday people—those who have questions, make mistakes, and long for God’s grace. And that is me. Even more important than how I’ve grown while sitting in a pew learning from this young man is how Dickey has grown. Yes, there are times my husband is still a grumpy old man, but I watch Dickey take notes during Marks sermons and see the changes in his spirit in the weekdays after services and I’m so grateful. Also, Mark has challenged the Lakeside congregation to have “A One” this year. A One is someone we can be friends with and share God’s love with.

Dickey me and
Diane Munford

Diane Munford and I met a few years back at the Dulcimer Festival in Glen Rose. Her Mom is the person everyone calls Mom in the Texas and Oklahoma Dulcimer communities and her brother, Dana is co-founder of the Glen Rose festival. Mom Hamilton and Dana asked me to call Diane and play dulcimers with her. I did, thinking Diane could be ‘My One.’ Instead I have become her one. She has lifted me up so often this year, sharing music, laughter, and Pickleball. When I’m down she makes me laugh. With each laugh, I believe we both grew closer to God. God’s joyous laugh is truly a blessing.

See below for more info on why and how I have a birthday person instead of a birthday party.

Giving Yourself a Birthday Party

When I turned thirty-three, I hated my birthday. I found myself in an emotional waiting room, dressed in my party clothes, wondering who would give me a party? Who would bring presents, bake a cake, blow-up balloons? Who would say I’m of value even though I’m getting older?

“Well, what do you want to do?” my husband asked in an exasperated voice.

“I … I want … I don’t know,” I stuttered, “something special.”

“You want to go to the new restaurant?”


“Go out with friends?”



“Something special, so I don’t just feel old.”

“Hmmmm.” He disappeared into the garage. (I’ve always thought garages were built just so men had a place to escape.)

With no party in sight, I decided to give my own. How to celebrate? I couldn’t really think of any event that would turn my depression into joy. I had no idea what I truly wanted or needed.

Down through the years, Christmas time had remained my favorite celebration. I loved to give gifts, especially to those who meant a great deal to me. This is where the idea to select a Birthday Person formed.

Now each year I select someone who has blessed my life. I chose my mom first. I was her eighth child. She gave me life and added a great deal of fun and love to my life along the way. Next was my sister, Ouida. We shared everything. Best of all, she shared her faith in Christ with me and many others. She died a few years after I made her my Birthday Person. We never know how long we have to say “thank you.”

In the months before my birthday, I think of all the people who have blessed me. I search for a small token—a gift. Then I plan what I want to say. After writing my first rough draft, I get a clean sheet of paper that doesn’t have tear stains on it. And then I create the finished product and mail it with a simple present. There have been many tears involved in writing notes to my Birthday Person, tears of joy, tears of healing—tears shared on the giving and the receiving end.

I’ve chosen a Birthday Person each year, all my sisters, brothers, daughters, youth directors, pastors, grandchildren, family, and friends—all have changed my life in amazing ways. Some years it has been more difficult to choose a birthday person and several times I’ve included a group—my Sunday School class, Facebook friends and more. It has blessed me beyond any gift I could have received. By focusing on others, I have eliminated the fear of more wrinkles and gray hair looming in my future. I’m amazed when glancing back over the copies of these letters to see many people on my list have now passed away—my mom, sisters, brothers, and friends. People who changed my life and who gave me so much, people I could never thank enough, now gone. I’m glad I thanked them when I did.

Thankfulness feeds a healthy soul within us. My “Birthday Person” celebration has spread to many of my friends. The healing power of saying “thank you” and praising others can keep you young—that and a box of hair color and really good facial serum.

I now look forward to my birthday. I hope you look forward to yours. Try celebrating with a thank you gift.

Life Lessons: In Psalms100:4 it says: “Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise.” In the culture of that time, the gate was like the courtyard or the entryway of a home, but the court was the living area—the place to be at home with special friends. Taking the time to say thank you. Offer a little praise, not only makes you happy, it can change someone’s life, especially your children. Teaching your kids to say thank you and to praise is a huge gift to them. But the greatest gift is to teach them to be thankful to God and to praise him. Enjoy your birthday.

Jan 022020

1865 – Marietta Hughes never wanted to be a spy, but can she protecting a Union agent infiltrating the KGC?  

Slade Osborne, an undercover Pinkerton agent, is determined to do whatever is necessary to end the conflict between the North and the South, but the beautiful woman… 

Circle of Spies is one of the best books I’ve read sit in the middle of the war between the states. Roseanne M White successfully showed the hearts of both Union and Confederate characters. As always, she takes unique traits and makes them believable. Her characters’ faith and redemption are so very well written that I must believe they are inspired by the Lord. I love this series and look forward to more. I found Roseanna White by reading books in the Escape Program. Now I buy them in advance. Sarah Zimmerman performed this audio so well that I forgot it was one person.

 Historically Accurate, Suspenseful, Excellent 

Overall  5 of 5 stars Performance  5 of 5 stars Story 5 of 5 stars

Jan 022020

If my manuscripts were books, my book tunnel would be an opening to a mile of bookshelves. When I had cancer a few years ago, I realized if I don’t get my greatly loved stories finished, edited and published, they will never be a book. My children will trash them the day after my death. Maybe not the day after, but soon. Therefore I must get ‘er done.

Reading is my entertainment, but it is also a great tool for writing. I review almost every book I read. In planning my goals for 2020, I have decided to use the books I read to make me a better writer, a more productive writer and maybe sell a few books.

Nov 272019

Whispers from the Shadows–Roseanna M. White mesmerizes the reader and artfully blends the grace-filled life of a believer with the struggles of war, love, good and evil. She continues to hold my attention, entertains me and encourages my walk of faith without preaching. Even though I didn’t care for such a long chapter on overcoming the dark shadow and wished the author could bring the Light at a faster pace, it’s perhaps more real-life. Can’t wait for the next book.

Oct 222019

Lisa Wingate’s Before We Were Yours has an after story that will warm your soul.

Before and After tells the true-life tale of people finding family.

The Story continues in the next book
Oct 182019

When I was a girl, I was so broken. Not to say at times now, I still crack a bit. However, I know the Maker can make me new again. No matter how totally I shatter. How did I do that? This might help explain it. My version is probably more emotional. But if you like it in black -and-white-simple, this might help. HOW TO BE UNBROKEN.

If you want to know more, leave a comment.

May 242019
May 062019

May 7 is my daughter’s birthday. She began life being the only girl in a nursery of about 10 very loud baby boys. No quite birthing rooms, just loud boys.

Stephanie was always strong, strong in heart, strong in character and strong in her physical body. She could spell our Chaparral in backhand springs. She was a lifeguard at the city pool when she was 17. Below is a story originally published in Chicken Soup for the Soul-Touched by an angel. Happy Birthday to one of my best friends. I love you.

Love Lifted Me


Gut wrenching! The feeling hit me like a fist to the middle section. I grabbed the top rails of the fifteen-foot ladder where I had been painting the exterior of the house. I shut my eyes and gained my balance before I closed the paint can and descended. Step by step, I inched my way down and staggered into the house. Then I began my litany of what might be wrong.
The noonday sun is too hot! I must be hungry. Am I sick? After I washed my face, I fell across the bed to rest. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I knew. Pray! Pray for Stephanie. Our daughter’s on a rafting trip with her church youth group—what could be wrong? She’s a lifeguard. She’s strong. Besides, the Guadalupe River ran languid and narrow through the city of New Braunfels.
The knot in my stomach twisted again and I quickly slipped to my knees.
God, help my daughter. I have no idea what’s wrong, but I know You are looking over her. Please send angels to guard her. Lift her up to receive your blessing. Help her please, Father God! Help my daughter!
Feeling better, I stood and did some house cleaning. It was Friday and my husband would be home early. I decided to stay off the ladder for the rest of the weekend. By Sunday, the incident had slipped from my worry box, all but forgotten.
Sunday, Stephanie came bounding in the door after church. Sunburned, tired and hungry, she dropped her bags, rummaged through the refrigerator and came to sit beside me as I folded clothes. She sat close, her skin radiating heat.
“Wow!” I said. “You better get something on that burn.”
“You know me,” she answered leaning toward me. “It will turn to a tan in a few days.” I leaned in toward her and enjoyed the rare moment of my teenager actually wanting to stay close to me.
“Mom,” she continued. “I almost died.”
“What?” I asked, thinking I didn’t hear her correctly. “How?”
“I fell off my raft at one of the little falls. It was stupid because the water wasn’t very deep and it wasn’t white water or anything.”
“Did you have a cramp or something?”
“No, the raft was on top of me—so I dove under. Then I couldn’t get up. No matter how hard I kicked, I didn’t go anywhere. It was like something kept pulling me back. Then everything turned dark and I knew, I was going to die.”
“How did you get up?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” Stephanie’s eyes, blue as heaven sparkled with emotion. “Something just lifted me.”
My stomach wrenched. “When did that happen?”
“Friday. It was right before lunch.” Her voice faded. “It scared me.”
“I knew!” I said. “I really knew.” Then I told her about the gut-wrenching feeling and told her about my prayers.
The words to the old song, “Love Lifted Me” swirled through my head as we talked.
“That explains why I felt like something lifted me up,” Stephanie said as she hugged me. “I guess an angel lifted me.”

The editor added this quote:

Faith is not without worry or care, but faith is fear that has said a prayer.- author unknown

Apr 272019

Beck Holiday lost her father on 9/11 and then lost her memories of him. She’s a tough New York City cop with a secret when she inherited a house and secrets that change her life forever. The past memories haven’t been forgotten by Bruno, a “you had me at Hello” sports agent.

Woven into Beck and Bruno’s story is Everleigh Applegate’s story after a tornado ripped through Waco, Texas decades before. This is where Rachel Hauck’s gift shines. The way stories from the past touch the present and how God works in all.

I found Rachel Hauck’s The Memory House and listened to it in a day and a half. In the first three chapters, I thought…Rachel has gone secular. Then I couldn’t put it down. I realized she has helped so many young women find real love. If you like reading stories that blow you away, stories of people trapped in the worst sin… the sin of not forgiving yourself, holding on to your self-judgment. if you want to remember that God is a good, good Father-read the Memory House. Loved, loved, loved this book. Even better than the Wedding Chapel. This takes Rachel Hauck from a very good author to an amazing mainstream author. Yes, it has romance elements but this book touches the soul. Tell me what you think. I listened and got an entire flowerbed built because I could not stop listening to it. I want my girls to read this book even my grandgirls.

Apr 252019

I found Deeanne Gist’s book about two weeks ago, and now I’ve listened to almost all of the audio’s I could find. Love her work.

Unlike most historical romance authors, who write of the rich and famous, Deeanne Gist weaves together the story of the average woman and the average man. Perhaps this is the Gist genius. In the stories of the average man/woman, we see God’s plan more clearly and can rejoice in the faith of those most like us. 

Gist also writes with passion–a passion worthy of the romantic love God created for His creation. She writes the stories of that love far better than most. In Maid to Match, Tillie strives to reach her dream job as Edith Vanderbilt’s lady’s maid. Dazzled by the riches of the Vanderbilts and even more by good-looking and good-hearted Mackenzie (Mack), she must decide if the dream is God’s plan or her mom’s dream.