The Waking Tree: “Cool breezes were rare tonight, but they were to be savored.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE See my Amazon Author page for more of my books!
[Novel] The Caretaker of Tree Palace: “Whodo do. Have all the trees been uprooted?” Gentle asked. Winsome gave no answer. Read more: https://amzn.to/2OuDsFE See my Amazon Author page for more of my books!
The Waking Tree: “He extended the spider in his hand to his little sister, cowering and ill with the air-borne suffering.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA See my Amazon Author page for more of my books!
The Waking Tree: “I was just trying to stir up some snakes. Didn’t you say they hid out here?” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA
This is a story about a girl who meets another girl from another time. Do I write it in first person since it actually happened to me? Yes. Do I write it as a novel? Just write and it will find its own shape. It may take on many forms. It could be a performance... Continue Reading →
Oh, Alice. How many times have I picked up this project over the past 30 years? Yes, it's been that long since I first met you through the journal you kept in the 1880s and early 1890s. Later as a woman in her late 30s, I met with you again through your 1866 journal, where... Continue Reading →
The Waking Tree: “The time to talk about it all was far gone; they’d let the silence grow too long. But now that she was gone there would be no time for understanding. He didn’t know why. But I did. Sometimes I cry sap tears.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA
The Waking Tree: “She watched the sky as if under a lover’s window, hoping for some sign of movement, a chance to throw pebbles and attract attention to her waiting presence.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA
The Waking Tree: “I wish I had memories of Abra dangling from my limbs when she was a little girl. Maybe I could have protected her, kept her heart soft so she could hear my humming tree-song.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE
“Emotions for the bodark are extreme. Me, I like how they hide in corners, how their bare winter limbs shoot up and out like a fountain. I like the stories they tell.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA
I spent a little time browsing through the journal I kept during the month I had an apartment in Galway. The first week, I was solo; the second week, my friend Janne and I toured about; the last two weeks, our husbands joined us. Flipping through I found plenty of bulleted lists of what I did.... Continue Reading →
My Amazon Author page has been updated. Four of my novels in paperback and on Kindle are now available. Quick look at what's out there: The Caretaker of Tree Palace - a boy learns to speak again through the powers of art and nature Waves - a dystopian mystery The Waking Tree - a ghost... Continue Reading →
This story started bubbling up for me during the weeks before September 11, 2001. After watching the attacks on television as so many of us did, I dug into this story until I found myself on the other side of many things in life that I had to -- my soul had to -- walk... Continue Reading →
As we approach Autumn, my favorite season and the season of my birth, I'm seeing the changes that tend to come at the closing of one season and the easing into a new one. For me, this year has been spent in theaters. I've performed in three plays and directed one. As I ease out... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/qhunZiepDrU By C. Dawn McCallum (Originally published in Brilliant Star Magazine, March/April Issue 2003) Follow my Author page on Amazon.com! -------- Princess Sufficient gazed over the village square as the subjects of her parents’ kingdom prepared for the daily Celebration of the Big Rising Sun. Next to the Festival of Helpfulness that lasted all day... Continue Reading →
It is the Red-White-and-Blue summer of 1976. I am five years old. My parents are—I believe—off somewhere sorting out the details of their looming divorce, while my grandmother, Polly, takes me and my brothers swimming at a lake somewhere in either North or East Texas. I am five, so the details are unclear. What is... Continue Reading →
I used to hide in my house on Mother’s Day. There was a deep grief and resentment that overcame me when I realized I wouldn’t have children. I couldn’t bear the joyful Mother’s Day wishes and random flowers thrust upon me by merchants or community members. Or the moments when someone was about to say... Continue Reading →
You're at a museum and a piece catches your eye. You stop and read the description only to find that it's called "Untitled." Maybe you feel ripped off. Maybe you think the artist was slacking off. Maybe you're annoyed that the creator couldn't give you just a little more, a simple name for what this... Continue Reading →