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“With imagination and sensitivity, Nancy Schoellkopf has created a universe where each soul–orphaned, homeless, autistic, wounded, ill, young, old, rich, poor, unremarkable, ageless–is discovered as a luminous gift.  Through well-crafted storytelling and skillfully sketched characters, synchronous encounters lead to unexpected adventure, blossoming relationships and transcendent insights. . . Nancy invites the reader to ponder the extraordinary treasures hidden in the ordinary events of daily life.”

Margie Will, O.S.F., Spiritual Director, Retreat Facilitator and Storyteller, Founder and Director of Franciscan Living Urban Center for Spirituality

 

 

My stories do not fit easily into most of the popular genres like mystery, sci fi or romance, though sometimes they may contain aspects of all of them.  I often classify them as Magical Realism.  Usually the main characters are on the spiritual path, so my writing appeals to folks who find themselves on similar journeys.  It is my deepest wish that my books will touch your heart and aid you in your searching as well.

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My Insomnia Gossips About Me Behind My Back

To finish off our National Poetry Month celebration, I offer a more recent creation of mine. Thanks for reading! I made that girl, but is she grateful? No.   True, I drove her to the edge  of consciousness dumped her on a shore peopled with past failures and traumas, to the lip of a river … Continue reading My Insomnia Gossips About Me Behind My Back

Life on the Flood Plain

Another original poem for National Poetry Month! This week’s offering is a tale of my California childhood, back when the rain was plentiful enough that we’d often watch the winter river rising against the side of the levee. Life on the Flood Plain   Nestled in the south elbow of the levee we are sheltered … Continue reading Life on the Flood Plain

Flow

Another classic poem of mine for National Poetry Month. Flow   She rises through silt and sand seeps through cracks in asphalt to suckle fox tails and dandelions sprouting wild on levee roads. Her power courses through me like moon  pulling water to sea rushing by pear orchards carving jagged leaf veins in my belly … Continue reading Flow

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