The new issue of Victoria Magazine is out now and my piece on The Secret Garden was included in the "Reader to Reader" section! Magazine available through the end of March.
I received my author copies of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Running for Good. My essay, "Tiny Sanctuaries," about healing through hiking was included. I don't run, but anyone who gets outside and moves will appreciate the surprising and wonderful stories in this book. It's available wherever books are sold or you can message me to order a signed copy! Great gift for the runner or hiker in your life!
The summer issue of Bella Grace Magazine is out now and has my new essay, "Stories in the Sand." It a beautiful issue filled with beautiful essays. So honored to be published in this magazine for the second time in one year! Get your copy at Barnes and Noble, JoAnn's or your local independent book seller.
So excited to announce that my essay, "Evolution of a Mother and Son" was published in Bella Grace Magazine! (Issue 19- March, April, May 2019) The essay has a beautiful six page spread, so thank you for the photographers whose work illustrates the piece. I've wanted to be a part of Bella Grace for a long while so this particular publication is a big deal to me. I hope you all enjoy it!
So excited to announce that my "Reader Reflection" was accepted and published in Victoria Magazine! If you scroll to the bottom of the link, mine is final piece and it's about what the book, "A Secret Garden," means to me. I hope you enjoy!
I am happy to announce that the HerStories Project has published my essay, "Latina Awakens!" It's my story about identity and learning why it matters through a life-long love of literature. I hope you like it and please share it with others! You can find it here.
I have been remiss in making updates to the blog, using my Facebook page for news. I've had more time to write lately so that means more work to post! As many of you know, I've had a few things published in Chicken Soup for the Soul (I will update the blog about those soon) but I also want to try my hand at self-publishing a few ebooks!
A Little Ghost Story is a project I've worked on for a couple of years. It was my first fiction piece and taught me that fiction is really hard! I have added to the story and mercilessly hacked away at it while editing. This taught me a lot about that process too. It's a story that means a lot to me but I've never really known a good place to submit a story like this. It's a ghost story, but not a traditional one. (We are all haunted after all.) It's more gothic, a dash of Du Maurier with a Texas twist. I do hope you like it.
You download the story on Amazon and Kobo (Barnes and Noble coming soon). Thanks so much for your support! I hope you enjoy the story!
There have been many times in my child's life that remind me to push forward. It's easy to get distracted with every day home life, but then I have an unexpected moment where I get a peek of the things that capture his imagination. I am then reminded of why I wanted to write in the first place.
My son is five years old. He is enchanted by paintings of Henry VIII and Vincent Van Gogh. He shocks adults when we go swimming because he says "Look! I'm floating like Ophelia!" when he's practicing his back floats. He's referring to John Everett Millais' painting of Hamlet's sad lady as she drifts to her death in a cold stream, but we don't tell him the sad part. He also loves when I read him Edgar Allan Poe's poems. I photographed the vintage copy of Poe's work that we read together and hope that he'll cherish this lovely tattered copy long after he's grown. I plan on keeping this drawing he did a few months ago as well. Perhaps one day he'll share them both with his own children.
"Sometimes extravagance and luxery is conveyed by using something grand for a more pedestrian purpose." - from Rachel Ashwell's Shabby Chic Treasure Hunting and Decorating Guide.
"Even opening the dishwasher should be a joyful experience."
- from The Shabby Chic Home by Rachel Ashwell.
These two quotes have remained at the forefront of my consciousness when thinking about my home and the way that I live because these words are not just about surrounding yourself with pretty things for status or to make a statement to others. These words are about creating a personal quality of life that is meaningful to you. These words are about gifting yourself with little bits of joy in places where you least expect it. I derive happiness from using a pretty glass bottle to hold my dish washing soap. The bottle was $2, yet it adds a touch of luxury to my kitchen and makes washing the dishes a bit less of a chore. Rachel Ashwell expounded on this idea in her book, The Gift of Giving, when she addresses the mundane task of packing school lunches for her children.
"For me, preparing my children's lunches, what goes into them and the presentation, is a perfect opportunity to turn a task into a gift."
I had no children when I first read this, but I was a school librarian who was allowed about 15 minutes to eat a lunch, often at the circulation desk between classes, so this quote inspired me to gift myself a lunch every day that was pretty as well as tasty. If I had to work while I ate or hide out for a few minutes to eat, I at least had the momentary joy of eating from an aesthetically beautiful lunch. It was a small joy, but her words inspired me to insert beauty in an unexpected place and such things matter in your overall happiness, to your overall quality of life. Why shouldn't we have these little pockets of joy that comes from the visceral response of the aesthetically pleasing? Life is too short to deprive ourselves of simple pleasures.
As a librarian, I am well versed on books to recommend to patrons and I have recommended Rachel Ashwell's books with the same enthusiasm I use when speaking of the Brontes or Jane Austen. I read them cover to cover and learn as much from her words as I do the photos. The Junk Gypsies recently said on their show that they carried her books around like bibles as they were starting their business. I understand this completely and felt a kinship with them when I entered their wonderful shop for Rachel Ashwell's book signing last Saturday. Though they have their own specific flair, I could see her influence on them and it was grand.
Ms. Ashwell was as warm and charming as the best authors I've met through the years (which was a huge relief because I've experienced a fair number of really rude authors too). I have three new books on my reading list. Perhaps I'll be reading one of them at The Prairie, her beautiful new Bed and Breakfast in Round Top, Texas. Perhaps one day soon, I'll run into you there.
(This has been a repost from my other blog, Lone Star Lady Bird)
sMy son and I have found a nighttime routine that works for us, though others may disapprove. He's not asleep by 8 or even 9 o'clock. It's not his fault that he inherited from both parents a circadian rhythm that prefers to live at night, when our bodies and our minds are most alive. But I realize that we live in a world with a different clock so we climb into bed and read stories at about 10pm in our compromise with the the rest of society's schedule. After reading to him for about 20-30 minutes, he'll read to himself and I get to read my book. We love this time, and he makes sure that I have my book for myself before we lay down because he prefers me to have a book instead of a phone or a computer, and I am grateful that he appreciates the difference.
Lately, we've been lost in a world of fairy tales. He quietly reads through my childhood copies of Hansel and Gretel and Jack and the Beanstalk as I learn about a Russian fairy tale reading Eowyn Ivey's brilliant novel, The Snow Child. She mixes the fairy tale of an older childless couple that builds a child from snow, which then comes to life, with the rich details of the glorious and brutal realities of homestead living in the Alaskan wilderness in the early 20th century. She describes longing, love, death, desperation and cold in ways that are tangible. I've never been as isolated or cold as these characters, but I feel like I have. I miss it now that I'm done with the book. I want to return to this world where snow is both magical and harsh, where it brings both life and death, where snow can also be the center of so much warmth that winter becomes undeniably home.