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Posted by: Stacy | on January 1, 2014
Note: Shrinkage is not gender-specific, and it’s not limited to body size.
Anyone who has ever tried to take up as little space as possible with his belongings, for example, knows this shrinkage problem.
Anyone who has shrunken her personality to suit the comfort of others. Each smothered laugh shrinks the space she takes up. Every careful step lessens her sound wave ripples.
Heck, I wonder if hoarding is both defiantly taking up space while crushing the person smaller to minimize the space s/he takes up….
Posted by: Stacy | on August 22, 2013
Finch Nobles, who as a child was badly burned in a kitchen accident–“widowed by her own skin” (13)–has elected a living death rather than face the rejection of others. She has lived with death all her life, after all–her father was caretaker for the town cemetery–and when he died, she took over. She lives alone in a house on the grounds, isolated from most human contact. She has no friends except for the Dead, who come to the cemetery “heavy” with secrets. They control the weather and the seasons, “coaxing the natural world along” (34).
When Finch is forced to spend more time than usual among the townsfolk, she gradually comes to understand that she is like them. Each of them has his or her own struggles or pain, but not the obvious scars. Finch’s awakening to this truth is slow but inevitable when she gets to know the cemetery’s newest resident, Lucy Armour, who had been the town’s reigning beauty queen before she committed suicide. Indeed, this is the only way Finch can learn that she’s no different from anyone else, for the Dead are the only ones she will listen to, and it’s their stories of secret pain that open her eyes.
As Finch and the surrounding Dead “lighten,” Finch loses the ability to communicate with them because she no longer needs them. She emerges from her own crypt and joins the living, where she lives with clarity, instead of the haziness she inhabited that permitted her communication with the Dead. A Gracious Plenty illustrates that, despite our outward appearances, we are all the same in our pain, in our avoidance of that pain, and in our need to be loved and accepted.
Finch is crabby and prickly because she is conscious of the ugliness of her scars. She has endured stares and taunts all her life, so she opts to reside in the in-between place where the Dead go immediately after they die. The result is that Finch is half-dead herself, numb to life. She would be stuck here, except she’s made friends with Lucy Armour, the town’s beauty queen who ran away and got involved in drugs and prostitution, and changed her name to Lucy “Armageddon” to become more authentic. It’s this name change that captures Finch’s interest, and subsequently her discovery of Lucy’s self-inflicted cuts.
Finch states, “I liked the part of her…that changed her name and sliced her beautiful body so it would be more than just beautiful. What binds us is the scars. Mine from burns, hers from a knife, and both of us numbed by it” (22). They have both run from life, and they’re both heavy with pain. Lucy’s suicide is still a secret–her mother, Lois, refuses to acknowledge it–so Lucy enlists the aid of Finch in forcing Lois into admitting the Lucy committed suicide.
Finch’s acceptance of the task is an act of love that results in self-evolution: through confronting Lois with the truth, Finch sees where she has been blind to reality. M. Scott Peck writes, “…the act of loving is an act of self-evolution even when the purpose of the act is someone else’s growth” (Road Less Traveled 82). Finch does this act of love even though she longs to be with the Dead completely so her meanness will be carried away on the wind.
When William Blott, the town drunk, joins the Dead at the cemetery, the Mediator (a guide who teaches the Dead how to “lighten,”) tells Blott, “If you want to know real enlightenment, you’ve got to lose the weight…. We’re talking about burdens and secrets…. In this place you’ve moved beyond experience. now it’s your stories that keep you down” (Reynolds 34). Blott is much like Leonard, the town sheriff, who is a blot on his father’s good name and has stifled his pain with food, where Blott retreated into alcoholism and transvestism.
Blott’s penchant for dressing up in women’s clothing proves to be handy in the cemetery because he is able to quiet baby Marcus, who’s been wailing for a dozen years, by “nursing” him with false “ninnies.” For the first time, Marcus is comforted, nurtured as he should have been by the mother who smothered him in his sleep. When Blott’s secret life is revealed after his death, local youths spray-paint his headstone with defamatory words, and Blott is devastated to discover that he was not genuinely loved and respected.
A storm is building because Blott and Lucy are enraged by the living world’s refusal to accept their truths, and they summon up a powerful storm of rage and pain, called up to “wipe out a bad memory” (153). The storm is a catharsis that leaves the air sweet and clear because directly before and during the storm, truths are fully revealed. Lucy’s mother finally faces that her daughter committed suicide; the chief church lady, Reba, accepts that Blott was worthwhile; Marcus’ mother admits she smothered him; the sheriff stands up to his father; and Finch finally releases her grudges against the townspeople. Each character understands that “the idea of the person and the heart of the person–those are wholly different landscapes” (133).
Each person had her own story, but until it was told, understanding between people remained elusive. In the words of Collective Soul: “The walls came up as the thoughts went down to the hush of disparity. I’m sure we know the problem lies with some insecurities. We’ll never see eye-to-eye as long as our tongues are tied…. In a moment, it could happen–we could wake up…. In a moment we could change” (*”In a Moment“).
We are all the same. We want to belong; we fear rejection; we have secret pain. Reynolds deftly illustrates that sameness–and the disparity–in humanity, and points to the universal need for compassion.
As some **unknown wise soul said, “Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle.”
*From their album, Hints, Allegations, and Things Left Unsaid
**Various sources are credited with this quote. No one knows who said it first.
Posted by: Stacy | on July 14, 2013
For the past few years I’ve struggled with what I –and others–have perceived to be a gaping hole in my memoir. Today I realized that the gaping hole is actually the end of that part of my story; I think I need to focus on excavating what I already have and delete what comes after.
I have wanted to fill the hole with my years as a mom, since I learned to understand my mother as I learned to understand myself.
But I have resisted this, and now I get why: those years are not about Mama and me. They are part of another story.
Such a freeing revelation.
I realized this as I was reading Emma Brockes‘ She Left me the Gun at 2am this morning. She writes,
It is a virtue, we are told, to face things, although given the chance I would go for denial every time–if denying a thing meant not knowing it. But the choice, it turns out, is not between knowing a thing and not knowing it, but between knowing and half-knowing it, which is no choice at all. (I don’t know the page number, only that it is location 99 on my Kindle.)
I half-knew my mother was dying, but it felt like not knowing because every time I re-read a letter from her, I re-discovered that she had cancer. I, too, choose denial.
So as I’m reading Brockes’ story, I’m inserting myself into the text and peripherally excavating and then I read this:
If the landscape that eventually emerged can be visualized as the bleakest thing I know–a British beach in winter–she stood around me like a windbreak so that all I saw was colors. A therapist once described my mother’s background…as the elephant in the room….” (location 122/Kindle)
Did Mama windbreak for me? I see that I have been resting in that choiceless place of half-knowing.
Because I’m afraid of what I’ll find in the excavation. Not about Mama, but about me.
I relate to both the author and her mother–I see myself in both roles because my childhood experience is similar to her mother’s.
So I am excavating my own childhood, too, and evaluating my role as mother, since I severed ties in an attempt to protect my children from the poison of my past.
About the book:
My favorite thing right now, a third through, is the way Brockes keeps the reader at her side on the journey. I have an idea of what she will discover about her mother, but I am hoping for more details (which, by the way, reminds me that memoir IS story, and suspense is delightful). The story–and the way she tells it–will make you reflect on your own relationship with your mother, which to me is the mark of a terrific storyteller.
Posted by: Stacy | on March 20, 2013
My 49th birthday is around the corner.
It’s making me take stock of how far I’ve come, what I’ve accomplished, and what really matters to me.
I realized recently that, although I am not where I want to be, it doesn’t mean I haven’t fully lived. This was a hard thing to digest because I struggle with not having flown.
But perhaps I have, for certainly my point of view is higher than it used to be.
These words from Paulo Coelho resonate in me:
by Paulo Coelho on February 6, 2013
“Even if you were to study your own life in detail and relive each moment that you suffered, sweated and smiled beneath the sun, you would still never know exactly when you had been useful to someone else.
A life is never useless. Each soul that came down to Earth is here for a reason.
The people who really help others are not trying to be useful, but are simply leading a useful life.
They rarely give advice, but serve as an example.
Do one thing: live the life you always wanted to live.
Avoid criticising others and concentrate on fulfilling your dreams.
This may not seem very important to you, but God, who sees all, knows that the example you give is helping Him to improve the world. And each day, He will bestow more blessings upon it.”
Check out his blog, and be inspired and uplifted.
Posted by: Stacy | on February 2, 2012
This was posted as a quote on Facebook. I have displayed it as a poem, emphasizing where the words sang for me.
It’s from Shiloh Sophia, an inspired writer and artist.
You think You are not enough
and so that what you do
Is never enough.
I think the story “I am not enough” is a lie.
And I am wondering why we,
intelligent lovely brave souls that we are
would go on believing a lie?
And so today
is a day for miracles
and the shedding of old stories and
I am wondering
who is ready to shed that one?
Or another one?
Ready. Set. Go.
When you are done with that
you can join me in inventing a new story.
One where we choose ourselves
right where we are.
And choose to tell the truth
about ourselves to ourselves and others.
The truth is
we are more wonderful than we can imagine
and it is nothing short of a miracle
that we were born.
We have lived long enough thinking not enough
is a way of being.
A way of being
is to love the fragile
confused and still glorious
self that we are.
A way of being
is to re-invent
from this moment
a story about who we are
that we love to tell.
~ Shiloh Sophia
Maybe this thinking that we’re not enough is what makes us feel insignificant when others don’t notice our contributions. It shouldn’t matter if anyone notices, not if we know what we’re doing is important.
I’m buried in the chalkdust of this lesson. I don’t like it.
It’s hard, learning that there’s a strong chance that what I do will go unnoticed.
It’s hard, too, being asked for more.
A way of being
is to love the fragile
confused and still glorious
self that we are.
Love our fragile, broken selves, and see the beauty
–so we can see others’ beauty, too, and know that what we do is significant, even if it remains unacknowledged.
Funny how my own ego prevents me from loving myself properly.
Time to work on that new story….
Posted by: OneGirlRiot | on February 1, 2011
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Posted by: OneGirlRiot | on May 23, 2009
Many of today’s hottest romance and romantic suspense authors wrote for Harlequin, Silhouette, Kismet, Candlelight, Gallen, McFadden, and Loveswept, among others. However, they didn’t all use the names they’re currently writing under.
NOTE: Many of the links are to used books; they will likely expire because these are collectible. Many of the links are to searches in Bookfinder.com. If no books are listed, it’s because they’re just that hard to find. My apologies in advance for this.
You may already know that Sandra Brown wrote under the names Erin St. Clair and Rachel Ryan, but did you know she also wrote under the name Laura Jordan?
Two titles I know of were written for the Gallen line:
- The Silken Web, and
- Hidden Fires.
Another, Roses at Dawn, was written for Kensington.
I’m still looking to see if she wrote under than name for anyone else 🙂
Diana Palmer also has had several pseudonyms, and she wrote several romances for the McFadden line of books, which is currently difficult to find (and sometimes expensive.)
Her other names:
- Diana Blayne
- Kate Curry
- Susan Kyle
If you’re a fan of the Dark Shadows series by Marilyn Ross, you might be interested in knowing that author’s pseudonyms (and guess what, it’s a guy). Marilyn Ross is W.E. Daniel Ross:
- Leslie Ames
- Marilyn Carter
- Ann Gilmer
- Miriam Leslie
- Diana Randall
- Ellen Randolph
- Clarissa Ross
- Dan Ross
- Jane Rossiter
- Rose Williams
If you follow Elizabeth Lowell, you probably know she has also written under the name Ann Maxwell, as well as A.E. Maxwell. But did you know she wrote under the name Annalise Sun? 🙂
Other pseudonyms you may be interested in:
- Kay Hooper = Kay Robbins Taken by Storm
- Lindsay McKenna=Eileen Nauman, Beth Brooks
- Joan Hohl=Amii Lorin, Paula Roberts
- Rachel Lindsay=Rozella Lake, Roumelia Lane, Janey Scott
- Jayne Ann Krentz=Jayne Talor, Jayne Bentley, Jayne Castle, Amanda Glass, Amanda Quick, Stephanie James
- Barbara Delinsky = Billie Douglass, Bonnie Drake Lover from the Sea
- Marion Chesney=Jennie Tremaine, Ann Fairfax, Helen Crampton, Marion Chesney Gibbons, M.C. Beaton
- Janet Evanovich=Steffie Hall
- Madeline Baker = Amanda Ashley Night’s Master
- Elaine Barbieri = Elaine Rome Stark Lightning
- Susan Barrie = Jane Beaufort, Rose Burghley The Garden of Don Jose #928, Anita Charles, Pamela Kent, Barbara Rowan, Mary Whistler
- Beverly Barton = Beverly Beaver Close Enough To Kill
- Meg Cabot = Meggin Cabot, Patricia Cabot, Jenny Carroll Safe House
- Candace Camp = Lisa Gregory, Kristin James Sapphire Sky, Sharon Stephens
- Isobel Chace = Elizabeth Deguise, Elizabeth Hunter
- Marion Chesney = Jennie Tremaine, Ann Fairfax,, Helen Crampton, Marion Chesney Gibbons, M.C. Beaton
- Maureen Child = Ann Carberry, Kathleen Kane Wish upon a Cowboy
- Daphne Clair = Laurey Bright, Clarissa Garland, Claire Lorel Miss Miranda’s Marriage
- Donna Clayton = Donna Fasano Where’s Stanley? (Harlequin Next)
- Virginia Coffman = Kay Cameron, Virginia C. Deuvaul, Jeanne Duval The Lady Serena, Diana Sanders , Ann Stanfield
- Janelle Denison = Danielle Kelly Family Man (Stolen Moments)
- Ann Major = Margaret Major Cleaves Wild Lady*
- Patricia Matthews = Patty Brisco, Laura Wylie The Night Visitor
- Patricia Maxwell = Jennifer Blake, Maxine Patrick, Patricia Ponder, Elizabeth Trehearne
- Carla Neggers = Amalia James, Anne Harrell
- Sara Orwig = Daisy Logan Southern Pleasures (Second Chance at Love)
- Susan Elizabeth Phillips = Justine Cole The Copeland Bride
- Rosamunde Pilcher = Jane Fraser A Day Like Spring (Harlequin Romance, No.1232)
- Fayrene Preston = Jaelyn Conlee
- Janet Louise Roberts = Louisa Bronte, Rebecca Danton, Janette Radcliffe
- Sharon Sala = Dinah McCall
- Meryl Sawyer = Meryl Nickels
- Candace Schuler = Candace Spencer, Jeanette Darwin
- Valerie Sherwood = Jeanne Hines, Rosamond Royal
- Lass Small = Cally Hughes
- Rebecca Stratton = Lucy Gillen
- Elise Title = Alison Tyler
- Jane Toombs = Jane Anderson, Ellen Jamison, Diana Stuart, Olivia Sumner
- Linda Turner = Linda Raye
- Anne Weale = Andrea Blake
- Sheryl Woods = Suzanne Sherrill, Alexandra Kirk
- Rosalind Laker = Barbara Paul The Seventeenth Stair by Barbara Paul
- Charlotte Lamb = Laura Hardy Burning Memories, Sheila Holland, Sheila Lancaster, Victoria Woolf
- Elsie Lee = Elsie Cromwell, Jane Gordon Mistress of Mount Fair
- Rachel Lindsay = Rozella Lake, Roumelia Lane Harbour of Deceit (A Harlequin Romance, 1920) , Janey Scott, Roberta Leigh
- Norah Lofts = Juliet Astley Copsi Castle
- Charlotte Macleod = Alisa Craig A Pint of Murder
- Ann Major = Margaret Major Cleaves Wild Lady
These authors may have other pseudonyms I haven’t found yet–if you know of any, feel free to leave a comment. 🙂
REMINDER: Many of the links are to used books; they will likely expire because these are collectible. Again, I apologize for this.
Of course, there are tons of other authors I haven’t mentioned. If you’re interested in one that isn’t here, email me your question and I’ll check my references.