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Fairy Tale Love – Then & Now
My heart beats just a little faster when I look back at reading fairy tales as a young girl. There was so much magic; the preternatural in every story. Anything was possible. I entered the dark forest with the characters, watchful, but excited. Or, I hid nearby while watching the elves secretly making shoes in…
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Opening Up Caskets and Conversations
My thoughts for this post started last week as I read the latest post from Marian Beaman titled “Little Girl and a Coffin in the House.” She recounts the experience she had in the 1940s when her grandfather died and the showing was inside his home. She saw him in his coffin. In fact, she…
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A Piece of My Fantasy
Am I a carnival nerd? Maybe. I went online to buy stamps a few months back and saw this new collection. I immediately placed them in my cart. How can you ignore beautiful images of a carnival at night with a dozen moving colors inside a Ferris Wheel or the beckoning lights of the Midway?…
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Everything About Big Waves: Real and at the Movies
I was twelve when the original The Poseidon Adventure movie was released in 1972. Although I was mesmerized by the man falling into the gigantic stained-glass skylight as the boat turned upside-down, it was the giant wave itself that permanently imprinted on me. Whether real or on-screen, the raw, indisputable power of water rising up has sucked…
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A One-of-a-Kind Stroke of Midnight
Yesterday marked the 25th New Year’s Day since the world witnessed the dawn of a new millennium. Wow. Just saying that conjures up a feeling of a magnificent gift; a gift fated to us as we were born in an age where we would step over that threshold into the next one thousand years. It’s…
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What (Nighttime) Dreams Are Made Of
Since we are now in December, I feel I need to connect today’s post to the feeling that I have received an early Christmas gift. Two amazing women, Dr. Vicki Atkinson and Wynne Leon, recently reached out to me again to join them on their podcast Sharing The Heart of the Matter, and what a…
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Wide Open Spaces
Writers need their words. We can’t be architects of a story without them. But once in a great while, numbers can speak too. They can paint a picture in a new way, offering the chance to break through to the reader in ways that words cannot. Sometimes numbers just pop. I decided after looking at…
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Phantom Music
I was lying in bed the other morning; I had already taken my ear plugs out. I am such a light sleeper (perhaps because of my early years of waking up to my dad’s night music) that I wear them every night. Suddenly, I cocked my head. “What was that?” It was distant and fuzzy,…
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A Lucky Girl
Mom used to clean her paintbrushes with the heavy-duty solvent turpentine. The truth, however, was that she wasn’t painting much anymore in her small art studio upstairs. With Heidi, age six, and myself at age two (almost three) and a husband with dependence issues, she just didn’t have time. So, it made sense that the…
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On the Scent…for Research
UPS delivered the package on Saturday evening, December 16th, at 6:00 p.m. The return address was The IU School of Medicine. This was not a Christmas present. When I saw it, I like to think that it was my last “yes” capping off my year of experimentation of trying instead of denying new things in…
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