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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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Alive in the Moment

Alive in the Moment Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  urge to be alive in the moment, sound of waves lapping around the house, whipping like an energetic tornado, longing for a perfect moment to move you, manage, strolling, pollen, cheat, skins, lines, big giant plane, tired of hearing Dad’s stories, Tower of … Continue reading Alive in the Moment

The Saga of Charlie and Mabel

As a Valentine treat, I’m reviving a little romantic tale of an amorous, adventurous couple. Charlie was a regular guy living a regular life.  Then he met Mabel and he slipped over the edge.  Mabel was a force of nature, a combination Earth Mother/Ruth Bader Ginsberg no-nonsense intellectual feminine feminist who believed the world was a place … Continue reading The Saga of Charlie and Mabel

Twelve Dreams of Fiji

Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts:  couldn’t find my keys, night in Fiji, half-life, listening to trees, embracing endings, where shall we go, plumeria I dug in my purse—life savers, lip stick, coin purse, tissues.  When I couldn’t find my keys, I decided I was too drunk to drive home.  So I ordered another … Continue reading Twelve Dreams of Fiji

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