Novel by Christina Carson
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Quote from Suffer the Little Children:
"Perhaps what we call misfortune is actually a place where the universe interrupts our habits that keep life so limited and small, forcing us to respond differently. The opportunity it offers depends on how hard we work to close the gap or hold it open, allowing ourselves to glimpse realities we've never glimpsed before."
Novel by Christina Carson
Quote from Dying to Know:
"I knew in that moment, we were never meant to surrender our childlike innocence, to trade a world in which we fit like a glove for one that hung on us like ill-fitting hand-me-downs. However, all about us insisted on our membership. And instead of a handshake or a mystical password as entrance into this spurious society, we agreed instead to share a lie, the one that says we’re safe, secure, and fulfilled living this way."
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Mistaken Identity
If you are someone who likes to chew on ideas, especially ones that could have a worthwhile impact on your life, give a look at this most recent entry to the Inspiration Section on my website.
From insightful Herman Hesse in Klein and Wagner:
Mind invented contradictions, invented names; it called som…
How Did This Happen
Over my year in social media, I’ve watched the tides of emotion running through the group I hang out with the most – writers, we souls on the edge of this new era of publishing and communication. Each in his own way started on a high point—finally we could be the gatekeeper of our dreams, we could p…
Promise Me This
One of my friends of forty years once said to me about twenty years back, after going to a fantasy movie with her young son, “Kids don’t need fantasy; adults do.” And we both laughed. Young kids still know the birds talk to you if you’ll listen. They know imaginary friends aren’t necessarily imagina…
Books That Disturb Us
A book sits on the short shelf above our bed where I keep my treasures. It is a book that elicited heated debates, accusations, cruel judgments and little praise when first published. It was commissioned, in a sense, by a man in his seventh decade, a man who was one of the few remaining who still kn…
It Feels Good to Know Ya
Of late, I've heard myself sigh deeply each time I hit the key that brings Triberr onto the screen. Should I approve this; do I like that; oh look at all the time this takes, all swirling about in my head as two taunting questions: what am I doing here and why? I suspect all this angst could have b…