WHO RODE WITH YOU, PAUL REVERE? by Yvonne Saxon

“Listen, my children, and you shall hear

Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,

On the eighteenth of April in Seventy-five,

Hardly a man is now alive

Who remembers that famous day and year.”  -from “Paul Revere’s Ride” 

 

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-1860

THE 1950S KITCHEN: MODERN CONVENIENCE MEETS DOMESTIC IDEAL by Ellen Butler

Ariadne Winter is far too busy clawing her way up the journalism ladder to fuss over perfect meringues. Ambitious, driven, and unapologetically career-minded, she has little patience for the domestic ideals so carefully prescribed for women of the 1950s. Fortunately, she isn’t married—yet. In her world, middle-class wives are expected to surrender their professions for aprons and routines, trading ambition for spotless kitchens and well-fed husbands. Should Ariadne ever yield to the life her mother envisions, she might at least find some consolation in the gleaming promise of modern appliances—those marvels of convenience designed to make domesticity seem less like confinement and more like progress.

BIBLIOTHERAPY AND LOSS by Jeff Tanner, Guest Blogger

[I had another blog post ready to go, but recent events have pushed that aside.]

When I was young, I was the kid who checked out a stack of books from the library as big as I could carry. I read everything – from Encyclopedia Brown to classics like Twain and Dickens, then Agatha Christie to That Was Then, This is Now, Watership Down, and short stories like “Success” and “The Lottery.” I learned so much from books.

But not everything.

THE ART OF STORYTELLING: PART I: THE CONNECTION TO CHARACTER By Penny Hutson

Have you ever wondered what makes readers like some stories more than others or why some stories last for ages and others do not?

Just as Robert Ripley's famous series dares us to "Believe It or Not!" I assert that while all good stories contain many of the same elements, to create a riveting tale that readers can't put down, there is one simple yet powerful tool you can use to create such stories. 

Common Elements in a Good Story

First, and foremost, a story must entertain. I don’t mean it can’t be serious or important, nor am I suggesting stories should all be amusing or light-hearted; but a good story is engaging, interesting, or enjoyable to its audience. This may account for the popularity of the traveling troubadours and bards of the Middle Ages. They knew all the popular tales, as well as the noteworthy theses from the universities, the healing power of herbs and simple medicines, and the scandals of the royal court. Many also played one or more instruments and could compose poetry at a moment’s notice. Essentially, they knew what their audience wanted to hear, and they delivered it. 

VOICES OF THE ELYSIAN FIELDS: AGATHA FINALIST by Michael Rigg

Each year, attendees (authors and “fans” a/k/a readers) at the Malice Domestic conference in Bethesda, Maryland vote for nominees in six categories to receive an “Agatha.” According to the conference website:

The Agatha Awards celebrate the TRADITIONAL MYSTERY, best typified by the works of AGATHA CHRISTIE. The genre is loosely defined as mysteries that contain no explicit sex, excessive gore, or gratuitous violence, and would not be classified as "hard-boiled."

​The Agatha Award categories are:

• Best Contemporary Novel
• Best Historical Novel
• Best First Novel
• Best Nonfiction
• Best Short Story
• Best Children's/Young Adult Novel

(For more information about the Agatha Award process, see: Agatha Award Process | Malice Domestic Ltd.)

PROMPTS TO INSPIRE YOU, PART FIVE, by Max Jason Peterson

For our January meeting of Mystery by the Sea – The Southeastern Virginia Chapter of Sisters in Crime, I presented a session of prompts to inspire us all to create new material. I figured others might also enjoy this Micro Mysteries session of Max’s Writers Café. (This is an offshoot of the ongoing series I present for Hampton Public Library. Sessions are for ages 18+ and are free via Zoom, but registration is required for each individual session. I hold sessions each spring and fall; we have more coming up in April 2026).

STROLLING OR SCROLLING By Judy Fowler

It is the first week of March in Jacksonville, Florida, where my mission is underway to find out whether living half an hour from family — rather than ten hours away — enhances the quality of those relationships.

So far, the answer is complicated.

I’m thinking about the backstory to writer Phil Terrana’s essay, “Strolling or Scrolling.” A grandson’s visit brought Phil up close and personal with the kid’s fascination with his cell phone’s superpower. This pinpointed something my sisters and I have quietly stumbled into since I’ve lived a half hour from them. We’re rarely in proximity—without a pre-scheduled drive across a bridge through heavy traffic—at the exact moment when one of us has something to say. We scroll instead.

BLACK HISTORY MONTH by Sheryl Jordan

Origins

The observation of Black history was originally called “Negro History Week” in 1926. Carter G. Woodson, a historian of African American Life and History, established it. The week was chosen to coincide with Abraham Lincoln’s and Frederick Douglass’ birthdays, February 12^, 1809, and February 14, 1818. President Gerald Ford officially recognized February as Black History Month in 1976, and since then, it has been celebrated annually in the United States and Canada.

WHO PUT THE COZY IN MYSTERIES? BY: KIMBERLY R. THORN

Who Put the Cozy in Mysteries?                            By: Kimberly R. Thorn

Some people credit ‘Golden Age’ authors like Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers with writing some of the very first considered cozy mysteries.  Others credit the genre as being more of a modern return to stories like these Golden Age writers wrote.  Ones with the murder not being as deep, dark and bloodthirsty.  Where the writers present the mystery as more of a puzzle for the reader to solve in real time with the sleuth.

What Ingredients Are Needed for a Cozy?

~ Includes an amateur sleuth.  It helps is they at least are considered a suspect at least first, as the actual police or detective do not like our sleuth meddling in their work.

VALENTINES DAY IN VALENTINES, VIRGINIA by Teresa Inge

In the early days of my relationship with AJ—who would later become my husband—he made an annual trek to Valentines, Virginia to mail a Valentine’s Day card to me bearing the distinctive Valentines, Virginia postmark. Back then, I lived in North Carolina while he was in Virginia, making each card a cherished memory.  

Because Virginia is famously known for its “Virginia is for Lovers” slogan, nowhere does the spirit of Valentine’s Day shine brighter than in Valentines, Virginia. As February arrives, this charming small-town transforms into a celebration of romance with a scenic backdrop for the holiday. With its friendly atmosphere and unique traditions, Valentines welcomes both locals and visitors to join in the festivities. 

WHAT ORGANIZING TYPE ARE YOU? by Yvonne Saxon

Beware of online quizzes! There you are, minding your own business, staying out of the cold by surfing the Internet, and there it is in big bold letters “What type of organizer are you?” You’ve heard of personality types, but did you know you have a distinct organizing type? Well, of course you need to know what yours is, don’t you? You’re in luck—I took a deep dive into organizing types so you wouldn’t have to.

Now I thought I already knew mine, but I typed “How to find your organizing type” in the search box anyway. First, I found the quizzes. Numerous sites assured me that I could take their quiz and by understanding my own organizing style get my house in order and it could stay that way! I couldn’t wait, so I dove right in. 

1950s MARKETING CAMPAIGNS AND THE MYTH OF THE HAPPY HOUSEWIFE by Ellen Butler

Ariadne Winter is a career-driven journalist determined to claw her way up the newsroom ladder and land her dream job as an investigative reporter. Accidentally stumbling over a couple of dead bodies should fast-track that ambition—but until she’s granted access to the hard-news, male-dominated “boys’ club,” she’s stuck churning out fluff for Ladies’ Lifestyle Magazine.

During World War II, women proved they could excel at every level of the workforce, including jobs long reserved for men. When the war ended and soldiers returned home, that progress was swiftly reversed. Women were pushed out of their careers and urged to retreat into domesticity—to marry, have babies, and keep house. The glossy marketing campaigns of the 1950s reinforced this message with seductive precision, selling a narrowly defined vision of American happiness. At the heart of that vision stood women—particularly white, middle-class housewives—who were not only the target audience, but the product itself: living advertisements for an idealized domestic bliss.

What’s often overlooked is who was crafting these messages. The vast majority of 1950s advertising copy, strategy, and imagery was created by men. Madison Avenue was a male-dominated world, and its assumptions about women shaped every headline, illustration, and slogan. The result was marketing that didn’t merely reflect sexism—it actively reinforced it.

Writing for Women, Without Women

Advertising agencies of the era employed very few women in creative roles. Men wrote the copy, designed the campaigns, and decided what women wanted, needed, or feared. Housewives were treated less as complex individuals and more as a set of predictable anxieties: keeping husbands happy, maintaining social status, and avoiding domestic failure.

Campaigns routinely spoke to women while simultaneously talking down to them. Instructions were simplified to the point of condescension, and humor often hinged on the assumption that women were scatterbrained, overly emotional, or incapable of understanding technology without male guidance.

Ads for everything from vacuum cleaners to floor wax implied that women were solely responsible for household perfection—and that any flaw reflected a personal shortcoming.

The Language of Control

The underlying misogyny of 1950s marketing was often subtle, wrapped in cheerful illustrations and reassuring tones. Advertisements promised women that buying the right product would make them better wives, better mothers, and more desirable partners. Happiness was framed not as self-fulfillment, but as male approval.

Many ads leaned on thinly veiled threats: a dirty kitchen might drive your husband away, the wrong

coffee might embarrass you in front of guests, outdated appliances might mark you as lazy or incompetent. Even beauty and hygiene campaigns frequently suggested that a woman’s value was contingent on pleasing others—especially men.

In some of the most egregious examples, ads joked about disciplining wives, excused infidelity as a result of poor housekeeping, or portrayed women as childlike figures needing instruction. These weren’t fringe messages—they were mainstream, published in widely circulated magazines and displayed in everyday spaces.

Selling Stability Through Submission

The cultural context matters. After the upheaval of war, American society was eager to reestablish “normalcy.” Marketing played a critical role in pushing women out of wartime jobs and back into the home, reframing domestic labor as both a privilege and a patriotic duty.

Advertising didn’t just sell products; it sold compliance. The ideal woman was cheerful, attractive, efficient, and grateful—fulfilled by service and untroubled by ambition. Any dissatisfaction could be cured, the ads implied, with a new appliance, a better cleaner, or a more obedient smile.

Looking Back With Clearer Eyes

Today, 1950s marketing campaigns are often remembered nostalgically for their illustration style and clever taglines. But beneath the charm lies a system that normalized inequality and codified misogyny into consumer culture.

Examining these campaigns now isn’t about judging the past by modern standards—it’s about understanding how deeply advertising shapes social expectations. The messages written by men in the 1950s didn’t just sell soap and stoves; they sold a limited and damaging vision of womanhood whose effects lingered long after the ads were taken down.

The pastel colors may fade, but the lessons remain worth examining.

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Ellen Butler writes the Ariadne Winter Mysteries. From celebrity weddings to Irish castles, danger follows stylish sleuth Ariadne Winter. In 1950s glamour and shadow, she uncovers secrets, scandals, and murder. Perfect for Agatha Christie fans, the Ariadne Winter Mystery Series blends sharp wit, atmospheric settings, and intrigue in unforgettable tales where every clue could be her last.  Find out more about the Ariadne Winter Series: https://amzn.to/4caggc1

USING GENEALOGY TO CREATE CHARACTERS - Part 1 By Guest Blogger Allie Marie

Hello, I’m Allie Marie and I’m new to the Sand in Our Shorts blog team. I look forward to adding my thoughts alongside other contributing members of Mystery by the Sea, my chapter of Sisters in Crime. I’d originally planned to write suspense and thrillers, but ancestry research led me toward a different kind of mystery than I’d intended. Most of my novels are historical mysteries with paranormal elements.

Before I begin, however, I have a few questions to ask. Do you write period pieces that require research for character development? Are you an avid genealogist wishing you could turn your family’s story into a book or a novel? Are you creating family sagas that cover generations of descendants but are not sure where to begin? 

I learned (the hard way) there’s an easier method to create fictional or historical characters and families than the way I started. Through a short series of blogs, I hope to offer some of the lessons I learned while writing my genre. 

Let me take you back to how it all started for me. From the age of 10, I was an avid reader of teen sleuth mysteries, with star detectives like Nancy Drew, Trixie Belden, the Hardy Boys, and more. It was then that I developed one of my two life dreams. The first was to become a flight attendant—but that’s a whole other life story to tell someday! The second was to become a mystery writer.

Over the years, I devoured more mysteries, graduating to the more famous literary like Sherlock Holmes, Miss Marple, and even a bit of Mickey Spillane and Sam Spade for a little while. Eventually, gothic mysteries with brooding family sagas heavily changed my reading preferences and future writing goals.

In spite of these early influences in my life, I never expected or planned to fight crime and solve mysteries as a real-life police officer myself. Oddly enough, it was my interest in aviation—that other life story I mentioned earlier—that guided me toward a career as a police officer. 

I served for more than twenty years in local law enforcement, and after retirement, participated in several international policing missions over the next fourteen years. Stories of my experiences and adventures literally filled notebooks and journals, promising to provide plenty of material for those suspense and crime novels I wanted to write.  

However, a different kind of investigation process took over my writing plans. I discovered colonial ancestors in my family tree. Not only did genealogy take me down the rabbit hole of family research, it also inspired the fictional characters of my True Colors Series. These historical mysteries include ghosts haunting the modern family, while flashbacks and time travelers take the reader back to the American Revolution—and forced me to create generations of families that impact each other and the entire storyline.

If only I’d known then what I know now! I might not have created a matriarch with a date of birth that would make her a thirteen-year-old mother when I added a new character to the mix. I would have had an easier time following my colonial family as they migrated from New England to Virginia. 

Through my next blogs, I hope to offer a series of posts that help a genealogist researcher who is considering writing their family’s history, whether as a fictionalized version of real life, a non-fiction book of family history, or a family memoir. This topic will also assist authors of historical fiction or period writing as well, to gather new ideas to reflect the past in a written format. Hope you’ll stay on the journey with me!

 

   

BEST WRITING ADVICE (PART FIVE) : OUTLINE IT ALREADY! by Penny Hutson

If you haven’t been able to finish your book by “pantsing” or what’s often called the discovery method, for God’s sake, outline it already!

I saved this topic for last because it was the single most important element that led to the completion of my first book length manuscript. I can’t overstate that. I spent decades trying unsuccessfully without one. Now, I even outline short stories and have two published in separate anthologies and two nonfiction pieces in a third anthology (links below). That can’t be a coincidence.

For an explanation of the difference between outlining (also call plotting,) and “pantsing,” read my article “To Plot or to Pants? That is the Question.” (click link below)

https://sandinourshorts.blogspot.com/2024/07/to-pants-or-to-plot-that-is-question.html

Benefits of Outlining

Outlining has amazing benefits, especially with longer works, but first, let’s recognize that outlining is also writing. It’s simply the writer telling the story only without the scene-by-scene details or specific conversations that make up each chapter. You’re still writing and creating sentences and paragraphs. Give up that it’s hard work, no fun, or limits your creativity. In fact, it can be more fun and freeing to outline because you know you’re only writing a short number of pages. It’s a lot easier to throw out or revise ten or twenty pages than 200 or more. It’s also easier to see major flaws in shorter pieces.

Many successful writers who’ve published books with and without outlines, profess that outlining dramatically reduced their amount of revision. Plus, if you know what’s going into each chapter ahead of time, you don’t have to write everything in order. You can write that juicy romance scene right now, if you’ve got ideas bubbling up for that.  

Once you have a viable story or the major points of each chapter written out in complete sentences (versus a general idea in your head), you can either start writing the book or add to the outline.

Ways to Expand Your Outline

After the initial five-to-ten-page outline of the entire book, some writers will then create a short (2-4 sentence) summary of each chapter with a list of its characters and the chapter’s purpose. Others go even further with one or two sentences about each scene or section within each chapter and it’s purpose. This may seem like a lot of extra or unnecessary work, but I promise it will pay off. It’s much easier to see any flaws in your storyline or book’s overall premise, but most writers admit it’s easier to create a scene or chapter when they know what’s supposed to happen or be discussed ahead of time.

Picking an Outlining Method

I used the Snowflake Outline Method and really liked it, but many other are available in books or online. Pick one and stick with it. Don’t fall into the trap of starting a new method every time you get stuck or think it’s not working for you. Keep going. If you haven’t completed a book without an outline, consider that any outline is better than none. There’s no one right method or only one that works for you. And, you can always try another method with the next book.

I hope you enjoyed the fifth and final installment in my Best Writing Advice series. If you have any comments, questions, or writing advice of your own, I’d love to hear from you.

My next blog (topic to be determined) will post here on “Sand in Our Shorts” March 28. See you then!

Penny Hutson also has two short mystery stories available in the following anthologies:

Costal Crimes 2 : Death Takes A Vacation 

Also available on Amazon and from Wildside Press 

Click here 

A Right Cozy Historical Crime (A Right Cozy Crime Series)

Available on Amazon in Kindle and paperback

Click here

 

HEADIN’ DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE – WHAT A BUNCH OF CRAPE By Michael Rigg

Lagerstroemia indica 
a/k/a crape myrtle

Even though fiction is all about using your imagination and making stuff up, writers still have to be accurate. Next time you write a novel or short story, have your protagonist hesitate long enough to release the safety on her Glock before shooting. You’ll hear about it from your readers. Believe you me, you’ll hear about it.

So, unless you’re already a subject-matter expert, in-depth research is an absolute must. This is true for even relatively unimportant and mundane details. But, be careful. Once you start down the research path on a particular issue, you might find yourself mired in “find-the-facts quicksand,” struggling to get back to writing.

My current work in progress, Shadows of Frenchmen, is set in New Orleans. One of the characters receives a text message asking her to come to a meeting at the New Orleans Museum of Art (NOMA). Here’s part of the lead-in to the meeting:

She inhaled deeply, then let her breath out slowly as she crossed the street, entered the museum grounds, and traveled along the sidewalk adjacent to Lelong Drive. Ahead stood the museum’s massive, fortress-like main building. In season, crepe myrtles lining each side of the drive showcased a beautiful, yet eerie, combination of green leaves, magenta blossoms, and silvery-gray Spanish moss dangling from the branches. On a chilly midwinter afternoon, the trees seemed bland, uninviting. And under the circumstances, foreboding. 

Nothing particularly worrisome. I’d visited NOMA. I rode the streetcar, exited at the end of the line near Bayou St. John, sauntered down Lelong Drive, and entered the museum. I took pictures of the trees lining the drive. Like I said, in-depth research. Quicksand avoided. Back on the “write” path.

 Ha.

One of my Beta Readers sent me a text with a link to a blog, “Crepe Myrtle or Crape Myrtle? The Real Story Behind the Name.”

Say what? CRAPE myrtle? My feet now mired in the fact-check bog, sinking ever so slowly, I dove down the rabbit hole.

Turns out that most “plant experts” (you know, botanists) say the proper English name for the Lagerstroemia indica is crape myrtle. Yet, there is a substantial portion of the reasonably intelligent populace (including folks at a garden nursery in suburban New Orleans and the people running the NOMA Facebook page) who say it’s CREPE. So, after repeated volleys listing this website and that article on both sides of the issue, what to do to get back on track?

Simple. Ask the ultimate Fact-Checker-in-Chief—my spouse. The answer? It’s CRAPE.

So now comes the next step. What will the Publisher say during the final editing process? Don’t worry. I’ve done the research. I have the source material. I’m ready for whatever crape they throw at me. Or is it whatever crepe they throw at me? Oh, crap.

PROMPTS TO INSPIRE YOU, PART FOUR, by Max Jason Peterson

Greetings, fellow creatives! I’m here with another installment of prompts to inspire you! I often provide prompt sessions in person at local conventions, for local writing groups, and online for Max’s Writers Café, which are free, library-sponsored live Zoom workshops for short prose and poetry. Hampton Public Library hosts these each spring and fall, open to ages 18+ (each session requires free Eventbrite registration; see the collection here for the upcoming workshops). But as readers of this blog, you can participate on your own schedule!

My wish for you is that you would come away from these prompts with the seeds for new short works of prose or poetry (or both). The combination of the prompt + a new work you haven’t thought about previously + a time limitation really seems to help kickstart creativity. These should be thought of as creative nuggets that you may wish to polish or continue with later. They won’t be perfect! And that’s fine.

How to do this: You’ll need some form of timer. Try to be strict with yourself about this—when you are, it really seems to boost your ability to dive into the prompt and come up with something unexpected.

Set your timer for ten minutes. Read through the prompt first, then start the timer. Write for ten minutes. Then stop! See what you came up with. It might indeed be something you want to continue working on right now before you lose your train of thought. If so, I suggest treating it as a new prompt session and giving yourself ten more minutes to finish getting your thoughts down.

Today’s prompts are all mystery-oriented.

1. Write a short scene from the point of view of a household pet who is witnessing or has witnessed a crime. The pet might belong to the victim, the sleuth, or the murderer. Does the pet try to help the victim or sleuth? Or act like an accomplice to the villain?

2. What if your murderer had superpowers? What if your sleuth could use magic? From any aspect of the paranormal, supernatural, or fantasy and science fiction spectrum, pick one power for each and write a short confrontational scene in which the sleuth saves someone, but the murderer gets away—for now. The characters don't necessarily have to wield their powers—there could be a standoff here. Or what if they did wield their powers, to humorous effect?

3. If you are writing a cozy mystery, plant your sleuth in the middle of a hardboiled detective story or noir novel. If you are writing hardboiled or noir, have your detective suddenly appear in the middle of a cozy world. You can play it straight by rewriting a scene you have in mind from this opposite perspective, as if that had been the tale all along. Or it could be quite funny, in a fish-out-of-water way.

4. Think about the characters in a mystery series you enjoy. There may be some special quirk or motif that recurs in a way that delights the reader, such as when Spenser recites poetry, Holmes deduces amazing things about a stranger, or Archie Goodwin drinks a glass of milk in preference to alcohol. Now think about your work in progress. Brainstorm some interesting quirks or motifs that might help to make it unique or cause the reader delight when they recognize them.

5. Inspired by Ray Bradbury’s Zen in the Art of Writing: This is a two-part exercise.

Part 1: 3 minutes. Make a list of things that scare you or that you find eerie, mysterious, or fascinating. Keep writing for three minutes—don't let your pen leave the page until the timer goes off.

Part 2: 10 minutes. Select one of the words on the list and just start writing about it. See what comes out!

If you’d like more prompts, here are some earlier installments in this series:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

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Max Gardner (he/they) is a fiction writer & award-winning poet published under a variety of bylines, including Max Jason Peterson and Adele Gardner. A poetry collection, Halloween Hearts, is available from Jackanapes Press, while over 500 stories, poems, art, and articles appear in Analog, Clarkesworld, Strange Horizons, PodCastle, Daily Science Fiction, and more. Gardner serves as literary executor for father and mentor Delbert R. Gardner; Muse Mansion, a collection of poems by both father and firstborn, will be released soon by San Francisco Bay Press. 

Nervous About Your Year Ahead? by Judy Fowler

 

 

 

I was paying rent on a place no one would want to live in an area of the country with long, winding roads.

I’d found low-paid temp work with an entertainment agency.

I was training in a small group when the owner got a phone call.

 “What? She tap-danced over a dog and killed it? Okay, I’ll send somebody else right away.” He hung up the phone and looked at me. “Come over here,” he said.

I walked toward him.

“Do you tap dance?”

I couldn’t remember whether I had put it on my skill list when I applied for work.

He explained that a tap dancer had tripped and killed a small dog, and that he needed to replace the performer.

“I can tap dance, but not exactly like a dancer,” I said. “I practiced in my dorm room. I tapped out the routines to Bonnie Raitt singing ‘I Ain’t Blue.’”

“That’ll do, “the owner said.

 He said the gig had already started. I left, with scant time to digest his driving directions. I was wearing a red jumpsuit from the year I weighed my perfect weight.

He had said the gig was for Wounded Warriors.

In my red Volkswagen bug, I made my way “over hill and dale.” I arrived sweaty and distressingly late.

The venue was a rundown library. “Wounded Warriors” was posted on the door to one room, and I went inside.

One man waited in the room. He was the only person attending. Or who had stayed.  

Someone had written “Tap Dancing for Bulimia” on a blackboard. The tall man sat in his chair, and I began tap dancing. To make more of a performance out of it, I sang letters along to my taps: “B, U, L…”. I sweated, worried that when I got to “A,” I would not know what to do next, since I had no idea why I or anyone would be tap dancing for bulimia.

My audience of one waited for me to connect it all up, so I transitioned from dancing to conversation.   

I assumed he was a wounded warrior seeking information. I did what bad lecturers do: I fished for him to tell me about my subject.

“Are you bulimic?” I asked.

           “No.”

“Do you know what bulimia is?”

“No.”

“Okay, well, it’s throwing up after you eat. To avoid digesting calories.” Beneath the thin red fabric, my underarms were manufacturing a visible stain.

“Oh,” he said.

          Why on earth had this assignment fallen to an entertainment temp agency rather than a mental health professional?

“Obviously, I don’t have bulimia,” I said, and indicated my girth. How insensitive! To him, and to sufferers of bulimia. What did he care about my problems? Several times, I looked past him to the corner of the room where the walls joined as I hunted for a word to connect tap dancing and bulimia, with no luck.

After a minute or two, he left.

Back in my car, I realized the word I wanted was “control.”

“For control,” the man might have pondered. “Ah-ha.”   

And maybe he wouldn’t have left as wounded as when he arrived. He might have looked for a book on the subject before he left the library.

I got back to the agency before it closed. My employer, who was also my landlord, asked how it went. “No more animals were hurt?”

“No. There were no animals. You neglected to tell me why I was tap dancing for bulimia.”

He chomped on a cigar and closed his cash register.

“And for Wounded Warriors, yet,” I prompted.  

But he said nothing.

My jumpsuit was soaked with performance sweat. I sighed. “It would have been good if you had told me what outcome we were going for.”

He was writing in a ledger. Everything was about money for him.

But I was an entertainer. “And just one man in the audience. Maybe if I hadn’t been worried about arriving late—if I hadn’t had to tap dance—I might have thought of a way to link an eating disorder with PTSD,” I said.

 “Only one person?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Awkward.” 

That’s how much he cared. I walked out of his office and returned to the basement apartment with its cracked walls and its peeling paint.

Then I woke up.

It was 4:26 a.m. I’d been dreaming. I was in my townhouse in Virginia Beach, and it was the day of the annual Hampton Roads Writers’ Conference.

I made coffee. By the second cup, I saw how the dream covered every anxiety I had about attending the conference. I’d signed up to pitch a book to a real agent, my first pitch. I’d opened myself up with a contest entry about my Dad’s military service in WWII and its impact on the family. I had given up control of what people knew about my life. Was it too personal?

I felt unprepared. I feared the agent would stare me down during my two-minute pitch and leave before I could provide helpful information about my book. My only attempt at preparation was a diet I’d started after Labor Day. I’d gained fifteen pounds.  

The genius of the dream? It used my worst performance experience as its backdrop. Years ago, I drove a children’s theatre troupe to a school. We got there too late to perform because I’d gotten lost on a winding road in Vermont, in the days before cell phones. My cousin had recommended us to all his friends. 

As I drove to the conference, I recalled Dad telling me years ago to “tap dance”—i.e., make something up —when I didn’t know what to do next. 

The conference turned out better than the dream. “Dad’s” essay won first prize, and I “tap-danced” through the pitch for an agent who asked me to submit some pages.

On the awards video, I definitely looked fat. But happy.  

CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAY TRADITIONS: THEN AND NOW By Sheryl Jordan

Each year, as the Christmas season approaches, I find myself reflecting on the traditions of my childhood and how my family celebrates today. While some customs have changed, many cherished traditions continue to bring us together year after year.

Then

As a child, I would feel the excitement for Christmas begin the weekend after Thanksgiving, when our family would assemble and decorate the tree. For many years, we had a beautiful silver tree adorned with blue ornaments. The house—and our neighborhood—sparkled with festive lights and decorations. I loved visiting stores to admire the dazzling ornaments and twinkling lights on the most stunning trees I had ever seen.

The anticipation grew as I participated in school concerts and plays, which helped the days pass more quickly. I was always eager to see what Santa would bring for my family. Of course, my siblings and I received plenty of gifts from Mom and Dad—perhaps too many, some might say!

A few days before Christmas, the house filled with the delicious aromas of holiday cooking. Mom and Dad prepared greens, thawed the turkey, and diced vegetables for the dressing. The Christmas ham waited in the refrigerator, and sweet potato and egg custard pies baked in the oven, making my mouth water.

On Christmas morning, my siblings and I would wake up around four a.m., anxious to see if “Santa” had delivered our wishes. We waited for our parents to join us before opening any presents, savoring the moment together.

Later in the day, friends and family gathered for a festive meal. Our table overflowed with turkey, dressing, ham, macaroni and cheese, mustard greens, cornbread, chitterlings, green bean casserole, and pies. When Aunt Lottie visited, she brought her homemade apple-peach cobbler—a special treat. The day was always filled with laughter, delicious food, and memories that have lasted a lifetime.

As we grew older and started our own families, our children would open their gifts at midnight. Later, we’d visit my parents’ home to celebrate with extended family, followed by visits to cousins and in-laws.

When my husband joined the U.S. Navy, and we moved away from our families, we adapted our traditions. We decorated two weeks before Christmas, and our shopping usually happened the weekend before Christmas Day—sometimes last-minute, but we always found what we needed. On Christmas Eve, we attended church services, and the kids opened presents early Christmas morning. Our holiday meals remained much the same, though I began making Strawberry Pretzel Dessert instead of egg custard pies, and collard greens replaced mustard greens. Turkey eventually disappeared from our menu.

Now

Today, we put up our trees the day after Thanksgiving. The grandchildren take charge of decorating, while I offer guidance (or, as they say, supervise). The main floor tree is adorned with a gold-and-ivory garland and a delicate angel in an ivory dress trimmed with gold. I love gazing at the tree as its twinkling lights fill our living room. In the basement, the grandchildren have full creative freedom, decorating a tree with multicolored lights and a collection of ornaments made or gathered over the years.

We shop throughout the season, mostly online and at local small businesses. Gifts are wrapped as they’re purchased, so we’re not up all night on Christmas Eve—a welcome change from years past.

Throughout the season, I enjoy watching Christmas movies, especially “A Christmas Story” on Christmas Day, as well as all the NFL football games.

Our holiday dinner features the same beloved dishes each year, but now I have wonderful help in the kitchen. One granddaughter makes Strawberry Pretzel Dessert and Banana Pudding, with assistance from her younger sisters. My daughter prepares sweet potato casserole, collard greens, and dinner rolls. I’m in charge of macaroni and cheese and ham. We buy apple and sweet potato pies, since I’ve been told my sweet potato pies are delicious, but not quite like my dad’s!

A new tradition we’ve added is sharing a scripture related to the meaning of Christmas during dinner, with each person explaining why it’s meaningful to them.

Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or another special holiday, I encourage you to reflect: How have your traditions changed or stayed the same over the years? The heart of the season is found in the memories we create and the love we share.

The Lonely Hearts Killer by Teresa Inge

As the saying goes, “if it’s too good to be true,” it probably is. The story of Harry F. Powers, the “Lonely Hearts Killer,” is a stark reminder of this caution.

During the 1930s—long before online dating apps—America was gripped by the chilling crimes of Powers, who used “lonely hearts” newspaper ads to lure victims, weaving false promises of wealth and affection to win their trust.

Born in the Netherlands, Powers immigrated to the U.S. and settled in Quiet Dell, West Virginia. Using charm and persuasive letters, he convinced women to travel long distances, believing they’d found love and security during the Great Depression—only for their hopes to end in tragedy.

Among his victims were Asta Eicher, a widowed mother from Illinois, and her three children. Powers corresponded with Eicher, convincing her of his affection and financial stability. Trusting his promises, Eicher traveled with her children to meet him, hoping for a new beginning. Tragically, their journey ended in a soundproof chamber beneath his garage, where he robbed and murdered them.  
Another victim, Dorothy Lemke from Massachusetts, responded to Powers’ ad seeking marriage. After exchanging letters, she traveled to West Virginia, believing she was meeting her future husband. Like Eicher, Lemke was imprisoned and killed, her fate sealed by Powers’ calculated cruelty.

The disappearances of these women and children sparked an investigation in 1932. Police traced their last known contacts to Powers, eventually discovering his property and the soundproof chamber where the crimes occurred. The case shocked the nation, exposing the dangers of personal ads and the vulnerability of those seeking love in desperate times.

Powers’ trial became a media sensation, drawing crowds and headlines suggesting he’d killed over fifty women across the country. He was convicted and executed in 1932. The tragedy of his victims led to greater scrutiny of personal ads and in popular culture of how trust can be manipulated for sinister purposes.  

THE WRITER'S TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS By: Kimberly R. Thorn

 

The Writer’s Twelve Days of Christmas

By: Kimberly R. Thorn

On the first day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me one sore neck.

On the second day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me two cramped hands.

On the third day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me three hours sleep.

On the fourth day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me four migraines.

On the fifth day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me five panic attacks.

On the sixth day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me six hours ‘researching.’

On the seventh day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me seven hours of dreaming.

On the eighth day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me eight characters not cooperating.

On the ninth day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me nine possible plots.

On the tenth day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me ten grammar errors.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me eleven scenes to re-write.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my novel manuscript gave to me twelve rejection letters.

We here at Sand in Our Shorts wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas, a Happy Hanukkah and a Happy Kwanzaa!