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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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Happy Birthday, USA

This is a re-run from the early days of this blog, but still topical and seasonal.  Enjoy! I pledge allegiance to this sand and gravel road that runs between the river and my house, clumps of California poppies rangy stalks of fragrant fennel burgeoning fig trees that grow wild on the river bank.   I pledge … Continue reading Happy Birthday, USA

Summer Reading: a few cryptic reviews (no spoilers!)

Every summer I go in search of a book I can fall in love with.  A book that will capture my imagination with poetic language, fascinating characters, and a compelling story.  A book I can’t put down. As the weather warmed, and I became too lazy to get off the couch, the first book I … Continue reading Summer Reading: a few cryptic reviews (no spoilers!)

In Celebration of the Solstice: Abundance

In early June comes a five-day period when every peach on the tree arrives at a perfect skin-splitting ripeness and you race the birds rushing into the back yard with a blue plastic bucket. You drag the six-foot aluminum ladder from the garage climb tenuously and reach for each round fuzzy piece of fruit with … Continue reading In Celebration of the Solstice: Abundance

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