As the sun sets…

…and the blue haze comes in…as the smells of dinner cooking waft in from the kitchen along with the sounds of carols courtesy of Pandora…as I hear my husband on the phone with his daughter, my mother with her brother…let me offer wishes for a blessed Christmas to all (or whatever holiday you celebrate, or none at all). May Peace of mind, heart, and soul be yours. Thank you for accompanying me on this wild ride. Thank you for your advice and your compassion. Thank you.


About Melissa Crandall

A million years ago--round-about the first Ice Age--I cut my writing teeth on fanzines and science fiction media tie-in novels. I'm happy to say that I've since branched out to include fantasy, horror, essays, and narrative nonfiction. This site will keep you up-to-date on my adventures in writing. I live in Connecticut with my husband--who frequently wonders what he got himself into by marrying a writer--two cats named Tuna and Gypsy, and a semi-neurotic Australian shepherd named Holly.
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2 Responses to As the sun sets…

  1. All good wishes to you and your husband and Mom for the coming year.

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