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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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Beach Reads Without the Beach

Last night I finished reading Travels With My Aunt by Graham Greene.  Things being what they are in the world, I’ve been having a bit of trouble focusing on anything more challenging than Big Bang Theory reruns, so I was looking for something light and maybe even funny.  This popped up as a dollar ninety-nine … Continue reading Beach Reads Without the Beach

Fall On Your Knees, a book review

Fall On Your Knees by Ann-Marie MacDonald is a larger than life story, a convoluted tale of family secrets and lies.  At least three times in the novel the action occurs in clumps, and over the course of a few days or even a single night, there is more family melodrama than all of Shakespeare’s … Continue reading Fall On Your Knees, a book review

The Sensitive Man and The Chocolate Chip Cookies

Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  47 shades of lipsticks, kaleidoscope of emotion, near the edge, she explained it to her mother, picking peaches, with your feet in the ocean, where to? taciturn moon, this was the sensitive man she was waiting for, chocolate chip cookies   Miranda painted her face with … Continue reading The Sensitive Man and The Chocolate Chip Cookies

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