Last spring when the scent of lilacs followed me from the backyard into my kitchen, I thought of my mother’s distant cousin and her daughters, who, like my lilacs, visited yearly when the earth warmed and the days grew longer. I pictured us all in idyllic memories of jump rope games and playing with dolls. But, except for MaryAnn, the littlest daughter, I could not remember their names.
A few years ago, I could have called my mother. She would have teased me for my forgetfulness, asked what I was making for dinner (there was never a phone conversation where we didn’t talk about food) and repeated her mother-to-daughter mantra, “When are you coming over?” We would have shared stories of those long-ago days before hanging-up and re-joining our lives. But my mother has passed on and while the images of our family lingers-the details are lost. I write One more thing before I go, my living record for my son, in hope that one day, when he has a question I can no longer answer, it can be found in this blog.
You may have heard tales about the O’Leary clan or the O’Keefe family or whispers about the mysterious O’Higgins mob, but nary a soul dares to mention the name O’Lantern. That is, until Halloween is in the air.
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Goblins are greedy, but not very interested in sweets. They prefer cash. It drove Shamus half-mad that Jack had already spent his money on junk food. “There are lots of mean-goblin ways to make Jack suffer,” Shamus said to himself as he conjured up a particularly hair-raising one. Luckily, goblins aren’t very bright and while they possess magical powers, they also have weaknesses. Like most ignorant creatures, they’re scared stiff of knowledge....
It’s the season when the howls of lost dogs and the chickety-chickety of oak leaves trembling in the chilled winds awaken children from their dreams. There at their bedroom windows, little ones just like you, secretly spy on October shimmering in the moonlight. Halloween is fast approaching.
By now, you’ve tried on your costumes, practiced your Trick or Treat and checked your flashlight’s batteries. Some of you may have already carved spooky grins into your pumpkins, but few know the real...
I’m the author of Bird and Fish, its sequel; Sea and Sky and my latest novel; Alice Again. I wasn’t always a writer. I started out much the same as other women; moving along from baby to girl, woman to wife and mother, teacher to restless. Restless is the best ally a writer can have. It made me leave a super career with a steady pay-check to settle into a solitary regimen of breathing life into a handful of ideas. I’ve never been happier.
