Category Archives: Memoir

Hearing Bells

In days of old when we sat in awe around the lighted tree, my father told us that if we heard a bell ringing, it meant an angel was present. We had to be very quiet, and then unbeknownst to … Continue reading

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Personal Items: Desk

Now that I’ve settled on calling the sequel, “The Nancy Who Drew the Way Home,” I started to think about what the concept of home means to me now. Continue reading

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The Divine Feminine

My type of feminine energy has been ‘out of fashion’ since the 1980s when women started going to the gym. Okay, before that. Because no woman in her right mind – but I wasn’t in my in my mind at all – I was in my heart. Continue reading

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Doorways of the Past

The last doorway I went in search of was nowhere to be found. St. Mary Abbot’s Hospital. How could an entire hospital disappear? I’d only spent a week there back in 1976, but it was such a memorable week that I wanted to go back and see the place. Continue reading

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Bygone Times

I know we can’t go back, but I do like remembering… Continue reading

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Connections Never Die

Dedicated to the one who once drew me, and I drew back, in my drawings… Continue reading

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The Sneezy-Wheezy Gift

It’s all about releasing. Call it a cough or a cold but do call it humbling. When you’re humble you’re vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open, maybe in ways that don’t feel good. But if you’re a writer you have to be open, and keep opening more and more to get to the core. Continue reading

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