“As soon as I stepped outside, the scent of the lake hit me full force – twisting something deep within me – something that recognized this place as home. Home is where your heart is. I'd never been able to find another town with enough heart to suit me because my heart had always been here – waiting for me to return.” HomeSouthernMagical Realism Book:The Lights of Sugarberry Cove Source: The Lights of Sugarberry Cove
“I've been able to see colors around people and objects my whole life long. Through my eyes, colors drifted around people, like softly falling snow, offering glimpses of personalities. Floaters, I called them. It had taken me years to figure out the language of the colors, their meaning. Take Alice, for example. Orange floated around her, telling me of her playful, energetic personality. But after my car accident, other colors, secondary colors, had become sharper, clearer, louder. They were emotional colors and were nearly impossible to ignore. After Mabel had knocked me down, around Alice there had been sparks of dark plum. Remorse. "Were you able to see her personality?" Glory asked, her thin eyebrows raised high. Only close family knew how I could see color---it was too hard, too strange, to explain to others. However, my abilities weren't the least bit odd to Glory, who knew where to plant a flower seed simply by looking at it, or to my mother, who had never been lost a day in her life because she instinctively knew which direction to go. We came from a long line of people who had enhanced intuitions connected to nature.” EmotionsMagical RealismColorsPersonality TraitsIntuitionsNature Consciousness Book:In the Middle of Hickory Lane Source: In the Middle of Hickory Lane
“I built a stone sittin' ledge around the natural spring, which I'm calling the gazing pool because it's mesmerizing. The bees love it, too. I often see them flying near it, and sometimes, and I know this sounds strange, they seem to take on a golden shimmer when they're near the water. I planted some ferns at the pool, too, because some believe ferns represent magic, and it sure feels magical out there to me.” GardenPoolBeesMagical RealismGazingShimmerFernsDiary Entry Book:In the Middle of Hickory Lane Source: In the Middle of Hickory Lane