Christmas Movie Time

Thanksgiving is over and it’s starting to feel like Christmas to me.

The movies I love to watch every Christmas season are:

Christmas Vacation


A Christmas Story


Little Women (1994 version)




A Christmas Carol (The Muppet version)


Home Alone (1&2)


The Family Stone


Miracle on 34th Street (the 1947 version only)


White Christmas


The Polar Express


A Charlie Brown Christmas


About A Boy


The Grinch (the old cartoon version only)


Love Actually


Any old Disney Christmas short (like the one where Chip and Dale get in Mickey’s house via the Christmas tree and drive Pluto nuts.)


The Man who Invented Christmas (A recent addition. I identified with this movie so much ❤️ Ahh, the process)


That’s my list (no, I didn’t forget It’s A Wonderful Life. I simply dislike it.)

What movies do you like to watch at Christmastime?


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On a happy note…

I’m happy to announce that you can now purchase signed copies of both Aster the Spirit Talker and A Night Game on Etsy in the WhistlePigPublishing shop.

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Is this the spirit of Christmas?

Hello Friends,

I always wait until the day after Thanksgiving to start decorating for Christmas. As I fished out this incredible ceramic tree circa 1980 that my mom gave me last year, I thought about all the people that were out Black Friday shopping.

When I was a kid, I don’t remember hearing about Black Friday shopping or ghastly news stories of store employees being trampled to death by selfish, monster shoppers.

I remember my mom making gifts & the recipients being thrilled to be given homemade gifts–appreciating all the work my mom put in it.

By the way, here is a picture of the ceramic tree I put up today. Now not only is it homemade but it’s used and old and I couldn’t have been more thrilled to receive it as a gift last year.


What has changed? Are we all so much more materialistic than we used to be?

I’m disgusted, to be honest. People don’t even wait until black friday anymore, they start shopping elbowing, punching, (and did I hear, this year, shooting) their fellow human beings for more crap they don’t need on Thanksgiving eve now.

With bellies full of undigested feasts, these people–who should be grateful–transform into ungrateful, greedy beasts.

I would remind everyone of the grinch and the story of the Whos down in Whoville…

“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

But with the new Grinch movie peddling Honda cars I’m not sure the story holds up anymore. I think we may be broken and have reached the point of no return. Maybe I’m a grinch whose heart won’t grow but I’m pretty sure if we were to give people gifts that didn’t come from the store, we’d be met with crinkled noses and bows stomped into the floor.

What do you think? Is there hope?

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Happy Thanksgiving


Happy Thanksgiving, friends!

I am so grateful for everyone who has followed my blog. I’ve seen some wonderful growth this year and I’m looking forward to charging ahead and moving even closer to my goals.

I’m also grateful for everyone who has bought one of my books or left a like or comment on one of my poems or early-draft chapters. The support and feedback means a lot to me.

I have wonderful family and friends who make me smile everyday.

I am one lucky so-and-so!

Thank you! I appreciate you all! 🧡 My heart overflows with joy this Thanksgiving.

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Listen to yourself.

Hello friends,

I’m a little late on putting out my weekly post. I’ve been busy all month, and I decided to be lazy over the weekend. It felt great, and I feel refreshed.

I have lots of words to make up for NaNoWriMo, but I still feel like I’m going to complete the 50,000-word goal by the end of the month. I know some people that insist that writers must write every day but as I’ve said before, I disagree with that.

While I was taking my break, I thought about my story and what would happen. I jotted down a few notes in the margins. In those ways, I was still working on my novel. Not adding to my word count didn’t put me behind because I know where I’m going and I feel like I want to go there now.

I think it works for some people to chip away at their stories slowly every day. Some of us, though, work internally on our stories for a while before it’s all ready to spill out. We may end up writing as much or more than we would if we forced the words out slowly. It’s like everything else, we need to listen to our bodies and spirits. We know what’s best for us and drowning out other voices is an important thing to learn in the creative process.

Okay, I’ve got words to catch up on. Cheers!


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Listen to yourself

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Blog · Poems & Shorts · Sneak Peeks


You held me.

Frozen in place

by nothing more

than your words.

Extremes of kindness

and anger.


to please you.


to enrage you.

Your silence more painful

than angry words could ever be.

But then new words told me

what you were doing to me.



Feeding on my codependence.

My focus shifts

from longing for you

to working on loving me. 


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I think I’m friends with an everyday sadist.

I think I’m friends with an everyday sadist and yet I had no idea.

In the beginning, I definitely had no inkling that this could be true. But I should have recognized it long before today. Maybe I was just ignorant that this type of person existed or perhaps I didn’t want to see.

According to the Association for Psychological Science for an everyday sadist, “cruelty can be pleasurable, even exciting. New research suggests that this kind of everyday sadism is real and more common than we might think.”

I honestly bought into the belief that I was “irrational” or that I twisted things around as they would tell me when I questioned their behavior or the contrary things they would often say. I began to hate myself and readily accepted the blame when our friendship went awry.

I tortured myself. I missed the friendship and wondered what exactly it was I did wrong to bring about the end. Once I started feeling normal again, POP, the return of my friend into my life–always on their timeline.

And everything was wonderful and fun again.

and began to fade.

and fade.

and the crumbling began.

Torment and tears again.

Heartbreak and sadness.

A return to normalcy.


Rinse. Repeat.

And every time I blamed myself. Accepted the blame, completely.

The Association for Psychological Science also says,  “Some find it hard to reconcile sadism with the concept of ‘normal’ psychological functioning, but our findings show that sadistic tendencies among otherwise well-adjusted people must be acknowledged,” says Buckels.  “These people aren’t necessarily serial killers or sexual deviants but they gain some emotional benefit in causing or simply observing others’ suffering.”

Even as I find this information and try to reconcile that I was used in a despicable way, I still desperately wish to be wrong and for the friendship to continue.

Does this make me an everyday masochist?

I don’t think so. I believe I’m just someone who mourns the friendship that I thought I had to begin with.

I’m suffering, but I don’t enjoy it.

I know now that I’m going to have to find a way to break free and realize that my friendship is worth more. I’m worth more.

Have you ever experienced anything like this and how did you break free?


What is success anyway?

Hello friends,

Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month – where writers try to write 50,000 words in one month) is upon us again. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to participate this year. I’ve done it a few times now–along with Camp Nano (which happens in April)–and I’ve lost sometimes, and I’ve won sometimes.

But what is winning? And what is losing?

I always thought I lost Nanowrimo if I didn’t make it to 50,000 words in one month but when I was debating whether or not I wanted to participate this time, I realized that even if I didn’t “win” I’d end up trying hard and I’d end up writing more than I would otherwise.

In the writing world, there’s a whole pile of people deciding what makes others successful.

So I’ve decided I really need to get every voice out of my head other than my own and those of writers who support one another no matter what. No matter the publishing path, level, genre, or background.

I’m participating in Nanowrimo. I’m already a winner.

I’m a winner because I want to write and share my stories and I’m taking the steps I need to do that.

What could ever be losing about that?

If you’re a writer or an aspiring writer and you start putting words on a page, congratulations to you! No matter who you are or what your end goals are, you’re brave and you’re a winner. With each attempt you’re getting closer to where you want to be. There are plenty of people who want to write a book and never even get started. It might take you a while but you’ll get there if you keep working.



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