When someone texts me, “How do you get to Anoka State Hospital?” I am obliged to respond. How am I to know their business there? Could be legit, could be ghosts.
It’s never not ghosts.
Today, I got the text from my cousin Olivia:
Olivia and her friend Erin were apparently hanging out and talking paranormal when the ambition to go check out one of the most haunted locations around town struck them.
You may remember me talking about Olivia before. She took the photo of Cottage Number 2 on the grounds of Anoka State Hospital that appears on the cover of my book-ghost included. So, naturally, this location piques Olivia’s interest because she took a picture of a ghost last time she was there and didn’t even know it. She also didn’t know how to get to Anoka State Hospital because I drove her there last time, it seems.
Olivia and Erin went to Anoka State about 3:30 this afternoon. At first, they didn’t capture any ghosts in pictures, but they did spot some random weirdness:
What is that in the window of abandoned Cottage Number 2??
Oh! It’s a target practice named Gill T. That’s super normal.
Why is Gill T. in an empty cottage on the old insane asylum property? I’m guessing it was brought in by staff. But, since the building and the grounds are owned by Anoka County in the great state of Minnesota, I highly doubt they’d be terribly pleased someone on their staff is trying to deliberately scare people-so maybe it’s storage? I guess I just don’t think firearm target practice is a good idea in a 100+ year old building. Seems….dangerous.
Anyway, after that oddness took place, the girls continued to snap pictures. They took this one of Cottage Number 2:
A lower level window.
Angle slightly adjusted, they snap another picture:
If you look at the bottom row of windows, in the second and third window in from the left, you will easily see a face of a man in the second window (with a mustache) and the face of a woman in the third window (with long hair, slightly looking away.) Olivia and Erin were floored.
While yes, I see the faces, do I immediatly think they’re ghosts? Ya know….to me, nothing, nothing, nothing will compare to the ghostly figure in the window on my book cover. Nothing. The figure in the cover picture is so….supernatural, to me, THAT is a ghostly picture.
Nothing Compares 2 U, baby.
So, yes, while it very well could be faces from the great beyond making themselves known to a photographer they’ve greeted before, it could also be the sunlight hitting the window pane just right, either way, it’s very cool and very fun to speculate about this place, Anoka State Hospital.
And yes, while I DO NOT condone people going on the grounds of Anoka State Hospital and creeping around ghost hunting because it’s county property and security patrols it frequently…
You’re all adults.
But seriously, Anoka State Hospital is still functioning as a correctional institution for low-level offenders. In general, no trespassing is a good rule to follow. Permission to photograph Anoka State Hospital can be obtained through Anoka County Corrections, however, at this time, the do not allow for paranormal investigations.
Great work, girls.
SIDENOTE: My beloved Anoka Middle School for the Arts Theater Department Boosters (which I am a proud member of) has launched their very own website! Check it out, gang! Woo Hoo!
*Disclaimer* the following blog is inspired by a Katy Perry music video. Proceed with caution.
Look, in my poorly-dyed-black-hair-NIN-shirt-wearing teenage years, for me to admit I liked a pop song would have been the highest level of embarrass I could fathom. I mean, c’mon. I was friends with a kid who got suspended for having a hitlist a year after Columbine okay? I had a reputation to uphold. I was pretty good at being a faux Goth. I could never fully commit, but I was pretty semi-convincing. However, I believe in my height of BS goth-ness I may have proudly declared “I haven’t heard a Destiny’s Child song I don’t like!” Awww, the early 200′s.
Well, I’m thirty now, so who gives a shit what kind of music we all like, right? Not me. While I am SUPER STOKED for the upcoming re-released of The Fragile (my soundtrack to life from 1999 to 2001) I also have a new jam, and that jam is Katy Perry’s Dark Horse. Dark Horse is about being a magical witch type who wants to like, be in love but doesn’t like being slighted by men, or some such. Anyways, it’s silly and fun and does “fake darkness” better than I could on my best (worst. Har.) day. So, when I read the video had been released I scooted my little fingers over to the ol’ Google machine and punched that in.
The video, unfortunately, is less witchy and more Egyptian. So, okay? Weird, but whatever. I watched it, thought it was ridiculous and a HUGE missed opportunity, but I am not in charge of music, so to each their own. Well, I decided to give it another go, mostly because I just wanted to listen to the song again, and I made the mistake of scrolling down to the comments. Yes, the YouTube comments, where the lowest troll of the trolls come to troll their trolling hearts out. Oddly enough, instead of “Katy Perry looks fat” or whatever insult we are hurling at pop singers these days, there is a rash of comments about how Katy Perry is a puppet of the Illuminati and the whole video is a nod to them. Say whaaaa?? Yeah! There’s even a GQ article about it!
Here is my knowledge of the Illuminati: Lizard people, the Denver airport, New World Order, Queen Elizabeth the Second, George W. Bush, more lizard people, false flag….uh, that Tupac album, those books my mom would make me buy for her when I worked at Barnes & Noble but always insisted I used cash, even more lizard people and sheeple. I’m not wrong, am I? Oh, and The Da Vinci Code, but I didn’t really like that book so much. I’d say that pretty much on point, no?
The YouTube commentators have even gone so far as to call Katy Perry an “Illuminate Slut” which isn’t very nice at all, but a very pointed insult. Am I being naive to think this is all the hyperactive imagination of paranoid doomsday preppers? Are pop singers really tools of the Illuminati and the New World Order? I mean, I grew up on The X-Files so I’m all over the shadow government theories and my mom has an impressive stack of David Icke books in her secret, hidden away bookshelf in her Batcave, so I’m not someone approaching this as “LOLIlluminati” I know people think this is a very real thing and that this secret group of literally cold-blood people the run the world.
I also direct your attention to this article on Infowars.com, which….ya know….take that for what you will, but is this really a thing people honestly believe? Plus, if someone called me a Illuminati Priestess it would take YEARS for my ego to deflate, that’s way better than an Illuminati slut.
Since I am not entrenched in this, for lack of a better word, subculture of conspiracy theorists and true believers, I can only take the Dark Horse video for what I see it for. Something that looks like it came out of that Egyptology book for kids.
I would like to end with this, if any keyword searches has lead anyone to this particular blog:
I have no RH factor in my blood, so I’m technically a space alien.
Click on Priestess Katy’s pic to view the Dark Horse video.
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My goodness! It’s been two years this month since I started The Halloween Honey blog! How time has flew by! Whoosh! There it went!
This little slice of the internet I’ve carved out for myself has brought me so much over the past year. Not only a space for me to vent, talk about what I think is important, cool or worthwhile, but also a platform to help get the word out about things, share places and people with an audience I may not otherwise had an opportunity to reach, and biggest of all, The Halloween Honey has brought me to my book being published! History and Hauntings of the Halloween Capital was born on this website, and now you’ll soon be able to hold it in your hot little hand, all thanks to this little .com that could!
This past year in Halloween Honey-dom, I have found myself doing two events, one solo-and speaking in public, which was horrifying and not that bad all at the same time, being present at a paranormal investigation (not participating quite yet, baby steps, ya know) turning 30 at one of Minnesota’s most haunted hotels, and actually willing go to the most frightening haunt in the Twin Cities during Halloween and not even crying “uncle” once, oh, and did I mention, writing a book, submitting it for publication, and having it chosen for publication? I…seem to think I did. Plus, my site was hacked not once but twice. Tss…that was annoying.
If The Halloween Honey has given me anything it has given me the courage to say “yes” to just about anything (which is a good and bad thing…when I applied this mantra to riding the Ferris wheel at Nick Universe at the Mall of America a few weeks ago only to find myself clutching the center pole of the cart for dear, dear, sweet life, my bro-in-law pointed out “You can’t say ‘no’ to anything”….) My “Say Yes” attitude, which I call “Blogortunities” has really opened my eyes to a lot of things I may have otherwise missed. A few years ago you couldn’t have paid me to do nearly anything I mentioned in the above paragraph. Being brave is a good thing and getting out of my comfort zone has been pretty exciting.
Now, going forward, I am already starting to piece together my second book, heading to the haunted hotel again March (dragging my stepson with. It’ll be character building! Spring Break!) and lining up all sorts events and speaking engagements for the fall. I cannot honestly tell you what the next year of Halloween Honey will bring. What I do know, this blog will continue to flourish-either just me and for my own purposes, or for other reasons yet unseen. All I know, these last two years of The Halloween Honey have changed my life.
Year Three Starts Now! This GIF is my spirit animal.
When I was around fifteen, I spotted a book at Barnes and Noble I wanted so, so bad. I wanted it, but I didn’t want to tell my parents I wanted it. It was a book about Wicca. It was by a person named Silver Ravenwolf, which I thought was her given name because…. fifteen. Plus, it had some badass looking teenagers on the cover. I was in the midst of my teenage rebellion, which, to be fair, was quite mild. You don’t have much to rebel against when you have parents like mine (“did I ever tell you kids about the time we got so high and cooked a lobster dinner?”) But, messing with “witchcraft”, I dunno, man. I saw my lapsed-Catholic mother thinking I was turning into a devil-worshiper or something (which, now that I think of it, she thought quite often when I was a teenager. And even came right out and asked me once.) So, I saved my money and made my sister Cori drive me to Barnes and Noble one day after school so I could buy the book. She was in her Puff Daddy and the Family-pieced-pinkienail-phase, so, she didn’t have much room to talk about her little sister wanting to be a witch. I bought my book and scurried back to Cori’s ’92 Ford Probe in ten minutes flat. To this day, I still don’t think mom ever found out I bought that book (mostly because I kept it at my dad’s house. HA! Divorced parents work great for trying to hide stuff.)
I read that book from cover to cover. I tried to commit as much of it as I could to memory. I loved it, in theory. In practice, that was another story. Being a Wiccan required work. A lot of work. I was fifteen. I don’t wanna work. While my commitment to practicing Wicca waned, my interest in it never really went away. I read more books, learned what I could, mostly because I thought it was a fascinating subject and I admired the people who put so much work into their faith. Plus, witches. I love witches. I love the idea of witches, I love fictional witches, I love real witches, I love that new Katy Perry song about witches. I. Love. Witches.
So, imagine my happy little heart when I found out a Wicca 101 class was going to be offered down the street from my house! The New Moon Metaphysical store in downtown Anoka, while not yet a year old, has built quite a customer base and we are happy to have them in town! Well, us Party Papers people are happy to have them in town….I can’t speak for the more conservative types.
While there were only about six students, I found the class to be incredibly valuable, and the teacher was great. A Wiccan High Priestess, she was smart and honest, which is something that is damn near required when you are speaking to people about their faiths and spiritual paths in life. She wasn’t trying to sell anything. She wasn’t saying, “this is for you, no matter who you are! Please leave your name and social security number at the door.” Not that I was expecting that in anyway, but, you just never know. She made it very clear that Wicca is a path you should put a lot of thought in to committing to. It does require work (see! I was right all along) dedication, and not just some lukewarm feeling of New Age-yness. Wicca is not a catch-all for mystical religious practices. While yes, crystals, and energies, and elements of spiritualism and herbal remedies and all that can be used in Wicca, that is not what Wicca is. The teacher gave me the clearest understanding of Wicca I have ever gotten before. Something I’m sure I read in Ms. RavenWolf’s book, but didn’t process in my head. It is a fertility-based religion and there is duality, always, of a male and female. But, my favorite, favorite, favorite thing she said was this “Wicca is not a religion that is interested in having ‘THE TRUTH’ Wicca is a religion that wants you to have your truth.” She gave a great example of a group of people all witnesses the same event. Each person is going to recall that event differently. It doesn’t make one person more right or more wrong than the other, it just means they all have their own truth. I really thought that was eye-opening and well said, and something a lot of people, myself in included, would do well to remember.
Then we all got naked and bit the heads of chickens. Aha, no, we didn’t. It was two hours that went by very quickly, which is a good sign. I like listening to smart people talk about something they are passionate about, and this instructor was great. The other people in the class felt comfortable enough to share some experiences and talk about some personal things and it was a great little pow-wow.
Two more classes this month! I hope to attend! Not because I foresee myself putting this knowledge into practice necessarily, but because I like it to going to a lecture on say, women in the Civil War. It’s hella interesting.
Tonight, my thoughts turn to my town. No, not my hometown, that would be the OG, Oak Grove, MN, but the town I have chosen to by my child’s hometown, Anoka, MN. This blog, for better or worse, has turned into a love letter/occasional loving criticism of the town of Anoka. Anoka is where my childhood happened (as well as the 2 acres of land I grew up on in Oak Grove) and, as you dedicated readers of mine know, it is where my heart is and where my home is.
In a few short weeks, a former lovable little dump of a bakery called Hans’ Bakery is re-opening in Anoka and it’s getting a lot of well-deserved hype. Hans’ was frickin’ phenomenal. Doughnuts as big as your face, old people holding court at all hours of the day, unfriendly staff that was annoyed by your inability to choose, everything a hometown bakery should be. Always a little dirty, bathrooms….a little scary. Perfection, some would say. After the original owner, Hans himself, died, the bakery changed hands a few times until it finally closed a few years ago, seemingly for good. The sign never went away and the building always stood, almost like the soil itself knew that one day, this place would rise again, and sure enough, it will on February 22nd due to a plucky local gal with a dream.
Happenstance would have it however, the opening weekend of Hans’ Bakery is also the opening weekend for Anoka Middle School for the Arts production of Lord of the Flies, and you fine folks know how up in the middle school theater department’s grill I am so, also as a plucky local gal with a dream, I emailed Hans’ Bakery in hopes we can somehow create that ever-elusive synergy that happens when forces for good work together. We shall see if they are on board for a coupon promotion or Providing Roxy With A Free Texas Doughnut, Just One, Seriously, or what is going to happen, but I await their response with anticipation.
There is a new energy in Anoka. It didn’t start with the new Hans’, but new Hans’ is certainly a factor in it. I had a wonderful conversation tonight with my fearless leader at the ol’ haunted costumer shop, Mary, who has become my mentor, my own personal Jack Donaghy, helping me navigate these odd, somewhat political situations I find myself in when my loudmouthy-ness requires action (I often think “What would Mary do?”) and she paid me one of the finest compliments I have ever received. She said I was a branch on her tree. Allow me to explain. We were speaking of this new, palpable energy in town. All these new business people coming in, like the new owner of Hans’, and so on, as well as more established places moving onward and upward and creating this sort of identity Anoka had never had before. How the Powers-That-Be in town are realizing how beneficial it is to listen to people and help restore, preserve and re-purpose our history and how we don’t have to be the town that housed Michele Bachmann during her teen years (never forget: she’s from Iowa) Anoka is a rich city, a vibrant place with a sorts of people living withing its city limits. From there, she also commented on how my book with become a part of that. I scoffed and “pishaw-ed” as (not too false) modesty does, but she then said, since her shop and my relationship with her is so vital to my book, “A tree is not a truck alone. A tree is branches, and the more branches it has, the more sap runs through it, and you are one of my branches.” Cue tears. To think that not only does someone I have oodles upon oodles of respect for consider me a “branch” of hers, but that I could, honest to God have a part of this “new wave Anoka” we seem to be embarking on makes my heart sing. I am a part of this new energy. It’s inspiring.
I spent the day with my daughter and niece, both of whom are three now, and full of life and energy, as well as my 80-year-old grandma who not only was recently diagnoses with dementia but also had a risky, life saving surgery last month that totally kicked her ass, and there is a new energy in her, too. When my grandma was first diagnosed with dementia she was pissed, rightfully so. It wasn’t safe for her to drive and it’s becoming a little dodgy for her to continue to live alone. It’s been nearly two months since she’s known this and there has been a shift. Gone is her anger. Gone is her nastiness. Gone is her meanness she always carried with her to some extent. It may be on my part a clearer understanding of how her brain works, but I truly think it is her. Her energy has changed. While she remains an exhausting old lady who can’t sit still if her life depended on it, a sort of kindness has been found in her. She’s always been kind and caring towards my children, and to me and my sister for the most part, but the cutting remarks towards others is gone, the general unpleasantness is gone. Grandma loved to bring us to Hans’, and when I told her there official re-opening date, she was excited (she was more excited when I told her about the local news personality getting canned after a DWI.)
I am struggling to make a connection between the old, bitter city of Anoka changing, and my grandma changing, both for the better, but I am having a hard time finding the words without comparing my grandma to a municipality, but you see the picture.
I am a branch on my grandma’s tree. I am a branch on Mary’s tree. I am a branch on the tree of my daughter, even though it is just beginning to sprout, and we are all a branch on the tree of the place we call home.
Trees are a metaphor for….trees.
Whatever, I want a Texas doughnut.
And don’t even get me started on Philip Seymour Hoffman….*sob*
Orbs! You guys, orbs. They are a hot topic in the ol’ paranormal community. Are they ghosts? Spirit manifestations? Or dust, bugs and other camera whatnot. Well, I tend to think most orbs are just dusk or lens flairs, but then, I see a photo with an orb in it that I just cannot explain (unless dust moves an an alarming rate, which it very may. I don’t know too much about dust.)
Today, my mother and I were at my grandma’s rifling through her old pictures and Mom came across a photo she would have otherwise destroyed on sight, but not this time. She was hesitant because of the orb.
Trust me. Mom would sooner burn this photo and buried the ashes, but this evidence was just too compelling.
First off, let me explain why Mom would have been so eager to destroy the photo. It is a picture of her and her ex-husband (NOT MY DAD) who she refers to as “Big Dummy.” Big Dummy and mom were married for six years. But, in the end, Mom and Big Dummy were not right for each other and he was the living worst, so ce la vie.
Anyways, let me explain why the orb in this picture is relevant. This photo was taken at my aunt Carla’s house in the Halloween Capital of the World, of course, and is also certifiably haunted by the original owner who kicked the bucket in the bathroom. Just ask the cats.
Here is the picture:
Mom wanted me to photoshop Big Dummy out of the picture but I didn’t want to mess with it in anyway to take away from the orb.
What do you think about that?! Besides this photo, the only other one with an orb that I thought was legit was this one featuring yours truly and some of my best girlfriends back in 2012.
Me standing sideways in that dress was ill advised.
The orb is floating right above the head of my friend Christy who has….talents. You know what I mean.
Anyway, what do you think? Orbs are so tricky and EASILY dismissed, as they should be, but somethings….I don’t know, man.
Oh, lastly, my mother would appreciate this. Here is my mom currently. Five years after Big Dummy, looking better than ever.
Posing with my charming children.
It’s not so much that I am looking for handouts from acquaintances and strangers on the internet….okay, well, yes I am.
Tonight, I started a Go Fund Me fund. I have been thinking about this for a while-this brave new world of “crowdfunding” (fancy internet speak for asking people for money. Not borrowing it, just asking if you can have it) for various projects. While I’m no Veronica Mars, I still thought I should give it a try. I want to give my book the best shot I can at it being successful. Much like a child, I want to give it every advantage I can. But, unlike a child, reading to an intangible thing and encouraging to eat its vegetables does me no good and is totally insane. What do intangible things need to be successful? Money. Like I’ve said before, money is the worse, but necessary.
I chose not to use Kickstarter because it seems too fancy for what I am trying to achieve. I am just looking for an extra little cash to market my book. I want to pay for booth fees at events and create signs and banners and other promotional material and hustle, hustle, hustle. All of which costs the monies. Like most people, I don’t have all sorts of extra cash just hanging around the house (even though I did collect all the change in my house back in December and I had 41 dollars! Even the lady at the bank was impressed!) so I turn to my supporters. Luckily, I have a ton of supporters. I love my supporters. And, among all my supporters I am hoping there is one or two who are like, secret billionaires that wear monocles and swim in pools of gold coins like Scrooge McDuck. We shall see if this mysterious supporter actually exists. And if they want to give me like, 50 bucks or something.
So, shamelessly, here is my Go Fund Me account. Click here. Hey, go fund me! It’ll be fun! Right?
In the meantime, here I am with a cool mask on.
September is going to come quicker than I expect. Let me explain why:
Most years I am counting down the days until Halloween. Waaaaaay over there at the end of October. Summer seems like the longest season. I’ll admit it, summer isn’t my favorite time of year. I’d much rather be cold and able to wear many sweaters than hot and not being able to remove my skin. Summer, for me, last forever and mostly because Halloween follows it. The second Michael’s craft stores puts out their Halloween stuff (mid-July, for those interested) I go out and buy a bunch of it just to bask in some Halloween-ness. In June, Halloween is officially right around the corner. But, this year, the day I have my eye on is September 1st. Holy cow! September 1st is still technically summer. The Minnesota State Fair is on for another day on September 1st. It’s RIGHT AFTER August, the longest of the summer months. September 1st is when my book comes out. Yikes!
Granted, September 1st is a little over seven months away, those seven months are going to freakin’ fly by. So, if it seems I’m being a little premature or jumping the gun on promoting my book, I’m not! September 1st is right after August 31st!, which is shortly after the 4th of July, which comes right after my birthday in the middle of June, which is right after May, which is just a month after April, my stepson will be 13 in March and Valentine’s day is right before that! So, you can clearly see how quickly this is going to happen!
With that being said, last night I created a Facebook Page for my book, which you should like because I’m brewing up some fun stuff to post on there in these next seven months. Today I am going to start lining up signings and events and continue brainstorming how to get the word out about my book.
If you are going to the Halloween & Party Expo in Houston this week, look for a petite older woman with cool black hair with a Rita Moreno vibe. That’s my boss Mary from Party Papers! She will be handing out cards promoting my book too
Oh, I also think I chose an author photo. My girl Christy took it a few months ago and I added some effects….does it look cheesy? I like it. My hair looks crazy!
I have many flights of fancy. I daydream about the possibilities my life may yet hold, mostly when it comes to my career. I’m pretty content in my home life. I have an awesome husband, a fabulous stepson, an amazing daughter, a roof over my head and shoes on my feet and food in my stomach. One thing I wish I had more of, like most people, is money. Isn’t money the worst? You need it for most things and living without it is nearly impossible. So, it is my goal to find a way to earn it without having to go back to sitting behind a desk an answering a phone. I am fairly confident my sassy receptionist days are behind me (I hope.) I have enjoyed being home with my daughter and daycarin’ for my niece these past few years, but this toddlers are going to be starting school sooner rather than later, so this lady needs to have some prospects lined up.
While my book is going to be released in September of this year, and I am going to work my bum off to make sure it is as successful as it can be (this just in, the owner of Party Papers is going to be advertising my book for me at the Halloween Trade Show in Houston at the end of this month! Woot!) I simply cannot assume that will be my livelihood. I mean, I plan on writing another book, and one after that, and one after that, but for me to put all my eggs in that basket would be a little dangerous at this point.
Luckily, my husband has a stable job he’s worked for the past nearly fifteen years that he truly does love, and I’m working as much as I can at the ol’ haunted costume shop, but as my eyes turn to the future, they turn to where I live, and what I enjoy when it comes to making a living for me and my family. I love my town of Anoka. I love books. And, as begrudgingly it is for me to admit….I do like retail work. I say that with this disclaimer: I have had three retail jobs in my life. I would have never made such a bold statement at the first one, which I hated. It was the last two that really showed me that I’m good at working retail and okay, yeah, it’s fun most of the time. I love working for the small retail business I work for now and would love to continue that tradition on Anoka’s little Main Street. My little hamlet of Anoka has a lot of shops….but no book shop.
A lot of successful authors own independent bookstores. Problem is, while, yes, I am an author, the “successful” part is yet to be determined. We will see just how successful I can be when 2014 wraps up in 11 months. But, Anoka needs a bookshop. We used to have one. It was a small little place with a resident cat run by passionate people. I just learned today that they had a rare edition of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven that they were selling for $900 dollars! But they closed up shop a few years ago and now a salon and an ice cream shop occupy that space (let us never speak ill of the ice cream shop, Two Scoops. That place rocks so hard.) But, I think it was their location and unwillingness (or unableness) to be open more hours. The occasional store is unfortunately king in downtown Anoka lately. It’s a bit of a dodgy way to conduct a business if you ask me, but then again, most of our shop owners in town have other jobs. But, when we get people in at the costume shop asking “Is anything in Anoka ever open?” It’s a little wince-inducing.
Now, here is where my flights of fancy really takes off. My bookshop, which would aptly be called Halloween Capital Books, would have to start out as a used bookstore because establishing relationships and contracts with vendors and publishing houses is HELLA expensive, but there is always room for growth. We would be on Main Street, highly visible (I am currently obsessing over the space above Amish Corner in the same building Party Papers is in. It’s for rent! And it’s not an overwhelmingly large space.) I would be open 10am to 6pm Monday through Wednesday. I would be open 10am to 7pm Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I would be open 10am to 3pm on Sundays. Since this would be my full-time job, I’d be able to be there all the time! Secondly, I would offer storytimes and events for kids during the day weekdays, as well as Saturdays since, as being a stay-at-home for as long as I have been, I know there isn’t a ton to take restless kids to during the week in this area. I would establish bookclubs and seek out volunteers to facilitate them. I would have such beautiful and lovely displays, a wide variety of books to choose from, local authors would have signings, I would have an entire wall dedicated to my own books (kidding! Not really….) it would be a such a lovely little place.
What is holding me back? Oh, ya know, that silly little thing called money. Sigh….But, here is the upside. My daughter and niece are both just three (well, my niece will be three on February 3rd) so I still have a good two years to mull this over, plan, and do my best to save, to see this become a reality. Unless, by some miracle, I win the lottery.
I guess we shall see what the future holds.
It’s still fun to dream, though. Thanks for indulging me.
One! My book is now on Amazon.com and available for pre-order!
Two! A piece I wrote for the Minn Post regarding Save Our Sunday Shows!
Read it here!