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The Heart

The Heart (Photo credit: petalouda62)

One day he was there;

The next, he was gone.

I missed his boots, his shirt, his letters, his voice . . .

I missed him.

His leaving left a hole in my heart,

One that never mends –

That hurts.

Even so, I had to move on.


July 1, 2013 Posted by | Life, Poetry | , , , | 4 Comments

Writers Are Weird

Thinking (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)

Perhaps to a non-writer, writers appear weird. We writers tend to have unusual habits that others may even call loony. See my checklist below to see if you share any of my writing nuances.

I . . .

  1. Wake up in the middle of the night, thinking about my characters.
  2. Climb out of bed to jot down an idea, lest I forget by morning.
  3. Have happy fingers that long to touch the keyboard as soon as I wake.
  4. Talk to characters.
  5. Hear characters talk in my head.
  6. Through conversations, allow characters Continue reading

June 22, 2013 Posted by | Life, Writing | , , , | 10 Comments

Just Saying


I awakened this morning to the chiming tunes of dripping raindrops. I peered out the window, saw wet ground and cloudy sky. Tempted to snuggle beneath covers and float on wispy dreams, I tossed that thought aside and contemplated something very precious – life.

This morning, one of the world’s most sexy women won’t wake – shot to death while sitting on the toilet in her boyfriend’s home on Valentine’s Day. The question: premeditated murder or tragic accident? Let’s hope the latter will prove true.

If I turn on the news, there’s more of the same – death, violence, ill against each other . . .

When creating black moments for book characters, one doesn’t have to search deep into the imagination, but look at real life. Truth is weirder than fiction; that has become all too real.

Human life is precious. Let’s treat it as such.

Take time today to show someone how much you truly care.

Just saying . . .

February 19, 2013 Posted by | Life | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment


My son Tim

“Life is like one big test: At the end of it, you’re in Heaven or hell.”
I agree with my son’s statement. That is our last test, and we either pass or fail.
“Better yet,” I told him, “there are a series of tests that are ongoing in our lives. If ever we don’t pass, we get up and brush ourselves off, move forward. Sometimes we may need to change course.”
To me, life is like climbing a tree (just an analogy). It’s hard. Some of us scooch up the trunk; some leap Continue reading

January 31, 2013 Posted by | Life | , , , , | Leave a comment

Food for Thought

I sat in my vehicle, watched people come and go. I saw short people; tall people; people with gray hair, brown hair, black hair, blondes; people with wigs and ponytails; old people, young people, children.

The Mystery of Compassion
I wondered what they’d do or think or say if I walked up to them and said, “I love you.” Continue reading

January 19, 2013 Posted by | Life | , , , , , , | Leave a comment


The year 2012 proved an interesting eye-opener for me. Like most, I suppose, there lurked ups and downs, highs and lows, surprises, shocks, heartaches, disappointments, hopes, wishes, and joys, all in no particular order.

In 2012, I learned invaluable lessons, most of which I already knew or heard about anyway: It’s unfortunate that sometimes we can’t trust people we don’t really know; people are people, and there’s no one else more important than yourself; learn to love you; people who are in your life are there for a reason, and those who choose to leave weren’t meant to stay anyway; do the things that make you happy; continue to learn and grow; seek God’s purpose for your life; it’s not about how long you’ve been on the planet but about what you did while you were here; age is truly just a number (at my age, I feel like I’m just beginning to live). And in the words of one of my sons, “You only get one shot at this life.”

Holiday Reflections

English: A bauble on a Christmas tree.

The holidays are always a blessing to see, as my favorites come at the end of the year – Thanksgiving and Christmas. Every chance I got, I stared at the Christmas tree, basked in the delicious feeling that warmed my heart as I sat at the table, faced the tree with a mug of hot chocolate. Right now I’m thinking that Christmas should come more than once a year, as then is when some people truly learn the spirit of giving – learn that it’s better to give than receive.

There’s nothing quite like Christmas when you’re a child; it’s exciting and thrilling. I remember how depressed I felt to discover that there really was no Santa Claus, how guilty I felt when one of my sons exclaimed that he had seen Santa and his sleigh; not to mention his question, “If there’s a Santa Claus, then why can’t you get what you want for Christmas, not what your parents can afford?”

What a joy to experience Christmas through the eyes of my grand-daughter, now over two and a half months old! She loved the Christmas tree, almost as much as I did, I think; she enjoyed seeing colorful, twinkling lights, pulled at decorative ornaments, and her face beamed when we drove through neighborhoods to let her view Christmas scenery. I couldn’t help but smile when Continue reading

January 6, 2013 Posted by | Life | , , , , , | Leave a comment

To Blog or Not To Blog?

To Blog or Not To Blog?

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
Langston Hughes
Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still.
Chinese Proverb
Every day do something that will inch you closer to a better tomorrow.
Doug Firebaugh

     To blog or not to blog, that is the question?
Near the end of last year, I endured a couple of setbacks, (one being the death of my father), and I could not pick up a pen, pencil, or laptop. The words simply would not come. The words would not flow. Instead they settled on my heart like oil on water.
I peered out the window when darkness fell, and I stared out at trees that looked like bony skeletons. I listened to soft showers of rain. And each day folded into another.
But today when I finally looked at my Facebook page

English: Facebook icon Español: Ícono de Facebook

and read encouraging words from other authors, saw that I had two new Likes, some power deep within me stirred. Continue reading

January 4, 2013 Posted by | Life | , , , , , | 1 Comment

Will The Real Arsoleen Woolcock Please Stand Up!

I had a friend once who told me, “I am Arsoleen Woolcock.”

“Why?” I asked, to which I received a vague response.

Well, the real Arsoleen Woolcock would know the answers to these questions:

1. Day and date my dad died

2. Nickname my dad called me

3. Favorite food

4. Favorite color

5. Item my dad gave me while he was in the hospital

6. Where the name Arsoleen came from

7. Favorite holidays

8. Fears

9. Number of brothers and sisters

10. Grand-daughter’s middle name  *(Click more to check your answers)

Continue reading

November 3, 2012 Posted by | Life | Leave a comment


Deutsch: Zentrale Heterochromie: Grüne Iris, u...

          My Dad, Superhero

No X-ray vision; no wall crawls; no costumes or racy vehicles;

no superhuman strength; no speed fast as a cheetah’s; no mind reading or spying into the future. Even so, my dad’s my superhero.

As a little girl, my dad nicknamed me Robin. I never discovered the reasoning behind it; it just always was, though the name never stuck with other family members.

Very strict, my dad expected the best from us children in attitude and behavior. He ruled his house with a heavy hand; whatever he said, the law. Even though we were not allowed a lot of freedoms, he loved to crack jokes and taught us how to draw faces that started out with a letter of the alphabet (a became an eye; the letter c, an ear).

Dad always controlled the TV; we watched what he watched. As a result, I became fascinated with westerns and wrestling, tuned in to those shows just as avidly as he did.

Why am I blogging about my dad, you may ask? Right now Continue reading

October 7, 2012 Posted by | Life | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Final Frontier

Starship Enterprise

Starship Enterprise (Photo credit: TooFarNorth)

“Space – the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.” With those words, I recall the Star Trek introduction narrated by William Shatner.
No, I am not ready for outer space, suited up in helmet, gloves, spacesuit. I do not want to see strange, green aliens with antennae that stick out across their heads. I do not want to leave planet Earth.
Instead I am home. All is quiet. I hear nothing but the whirr of the AC. Maybe a car door slams in the distance. Perhaps a vehicle inches by on the highway.
This is peace – the final frontier. With my sons all adults who think they know it all, (you remember that stage in life, right?) I can just relax. I take deep breaths of victory. I am surrounded by my writer tools – the trusty laptop, paper, pens, pencils, tablets, books… I have finally reached Utopia!!
With a smile on my face, I reach for a pen; the need to write, strong. As a writer, I begin to think that the brain never ceases to think. Even in bed at night, words and phrases assemble in my head. I wonder if I should rise and get them all down, for by morning, they disappear and run away. Or else those magical words I strive desperately to recall just turn to vapor, become a distant memory.
I raise my pen, ready to write the first phrase. But lo, a knock sounds on the door! It’s my youngest, the eighteen-year-old. He has returned!
I smile. Kids – you gotta love them!
For me, Utopia has become one word – peace. For me, peace is the final frontier. It is ME time when I can focus on the things that I love. What is your utopia?

September 1, 2012 Posted by | Life, Writing | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment



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