Happy New Year 2023

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Thank you all, authors, readers, followers, visitors, and friends, for making blogging and writing to me an exciting and thrilling adventure, for being a part of my life, and for supporting and encouraging me!

Let me wish you and your loved ones now

A successful, exciting, thrilling, enjoyable, positive, and amazing New Year!

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Big And Small Beauty And Where To Find It

In this world of hectic, where everyone seeks out the fast-paced immediate success, the rush of whirlwind development, the work, the term ‘too busy’, and where burnouts, heart attacks, strokes and stress-caused nerve-wrecks are the order of the day, we don’t have time for beauty anymore…

Beauty is all around us, sometimes loud and huge, like the eternal snow on mountains…

The Matterhorn

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Or the ‘Jungfrau’

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Breathtaking monuments of Nature’s powerful snow decorations… Of course, these are two mountains, located in Switzerland, parts of the great European mountain belt, the Alpes. The breathtaking mountains you might think of could be everywhere in the world.

However, beauty doesn’t have to be monstrously ‘jumping’ in our faces. It can be smaller, elegant, in form of a breathtaking horse:

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Or even unobtrusive, quiet and blended in, like a unique Lynx

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Normally we wouldn’t meet such a rare creature in our every day life. But maybe, sometimes we should just take the time to wander off… break out from our day-to-day routine and take a chance to see something extraordinary.


What if we can not do that? What, if something hinders us?

In this case, we’ll have to open our eyes… we are surrounded by scenery, more beautiful than we can dream of.

It’s sometimes just a little bird, a butterfly, or a flower… but still, we don’t see it anymore. We are too focused on ourselves than to realize what we need to mend our heart is right in front of us.

How about the Goldfinch:

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The Zebra colored swallowtail:

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The Magnolia:

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It isn’t difficult to discover beauty all around us, just hold still for a moment, open your eyes and take it in… Try it! It doesn’t need a lot, just a few minutes of your time. The time that is so valuable that you don’t use it to enrich your life anymore.

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Books As Christmas Presents

Give something useful!

It’s Christmas Time!

Books make the best presents!

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A. J. Alexander’s Books


After long years in the line of duty as a ‘Soul Taker’, Kate is worn out.

When she gets a new job offer from the ‘Powers Above’, she accepts her new job as a Guardian gratefully without knowing that her teacher is one of the most powerful beings in existence, the Archangel Raphael.

Along with Raphael, she takes on her new task and the connection between them grows.

Raphael helps, protects and supports Kate, but suddenly, she becomes a target for the Demons of Hell.

Raphael realizes that Kate means more to him than he expected, which causes him to fight furiously against danger. If he fails, Kate’s future will contain eternal darkness, evil, and torture.


Sundance is a promising young Warrior Angel, the first in centuries to join the Divine Army. With the help of one of the most powerful Archangels, her skill and talent develop, allowing her to master some of the most difficult tasks that face her kind.

Sundance, under the supervision of the ‘Council of Twelve’ seeks to prove that she deserves her unusual gifts in the eternal fight between good and evil. Follow her adventures as she discovers love, fights the good fight, and finds herself in the heat of battle trying to keep her wings from being singed.


Zepheira is the best Demon Tracker working for the Good side. With her unusual looks, her phenomenal sense of smell, and her bravery, she quickly draws ‘The Big 7’s attention to her talent. They hire her to find one of them. Leaving her familiar surroundings and regular work environment unsettles Zepheira at first. But the challenge to prove herself and to increase the reputation of her infallibility tempts her. She is convinced she will be a great asset to ‘The Big 7’. Little does she know she will be a much greater asset in Heaven’s fight against Evil. Zepheira suddenly becomes more than a hired tracker. She finds herself an important pawn in the game of love, heat, and fire. Will her courage and sacrifice be sufficient to dance with the flames?

Bounty Hunter

When Centriel roams the Earth in a dark mood and atypical despair, in a mountain clearing, far from humankind, he unexpectedly discovers a runner, followed by a petite hunter. The way the woman treats the giant fugitive amuses the Archangel, but he quickly learns that neither of them are what they seem to be.

Simin Arnatt is an extraordinary woman. Her occupation as a Bounty Hunter takes her all over the world, as she follows her prey to the most unusual places. She would have never expected to meet the famous Centriel while on a hunt. When he offers to help her, she feels the enormous attraction, but she knows, with the secret she holds, she could never dare to hope for love.

Neither of them could guess that with her next assignment, Hell is breaking loose…

Dream Walker

Koyu thought she had done her duty, but deep inside she knows it will never be over. She is bound to her master forever and will have to execute his every command. But when he demands she’ll invade his sworn enemy’s dreams, she chooses to rebel.

Koyu risks her existence to help the ‘other side’ by purposely disobeying her master’s orders.

Koyu knows she’ll pay with her life for her impertinence. Is there, indeed, no hope for her?

Angel For A Day (A Post About Depression)



Feeling sad is a healthy, normal part of life. For some people sadness comes out of nowhere, triggered by something as simple as a song that comes on the radio. It ebbs and flows. But for others, feelings of sadness won’t go away and the origin of the sadness is hard to discern. It is not something they can “snap out of” or control. It causes feelings and thoughts that won’t go away. Many lose interest in normal daily activities, lack energy, and have trouble concentrating. These are all signs of depression, a mood disorder also referred to as clinical depression or major depressive disorder. 

If you or someone you know suffers from depression you are not alone. Over sixteen million people in the United States experienced depression last year. While serious, depression is a treatable condition and help isn’t too far.  (Source: Depression – Mayo Clinic)

There are times life doesn’t work the way we planned it… sometimes, we are sad beyond measure and we don’t know where it comes from. We forget times, and all of a sudden, the hours, the days have passed without us even noticing. We are ‘shoved’ through room and the endless light years of instability and insecurity of the future… which causes anxiety.

Other times we are expected to ‘perform’… no matter where we are at work… in retail, at the office, in meetings, on stage, in concerts, or even at court…? And we need to show what we’re capable of. We’re expected to give our best – and we know, there are people there, people who judge us, who are prepared and ready to tell us off, to give us a bad review, ruin our reputation and trample onto our emotions, feelings, and pride. It’s a huge, hungry monster of a crowd, waiting to swallow us whole and then spit us out, a crumbled mess of self-pity…

Sometimes you hear a song on the radio and sing along… and you feel sad, listening to the words and feeling that highly depressed lyrics is just describing you and your life; and you burst out into tears.

And then, at a stop light, you don’t realize the guy next to you at the traffic light sees you crying and comes over, knocking on your side window and asking, if you’re okay – and without even realizing, you yell at him to mind his own f$%&ing business… deeply ashamed someone saw you acting up like a baby… – But when you see the hurt expression on his face you feel bad, and you ask him to please wait, and you apologize… Finally, you end up in a café, talking to this stranger you have never seen before… only to find out, he’s got it far worse than you… having lost his wife to illness and his daughter to suicide…

On the way home, you know, maybe you weren’t the one who needed to talk that day, maybe you were the one who needed to listen, maybe this day, you were the one who helped, and didn’t need help…

Sometimes, you just need to become someone’s angel for one day…

National Suicide Lifeline


No matter what problems you are dealing with, we want to help you find a reason to keep living.

By calling 1-800-273-TALK (8255) you’ll be connected to a skilled, trained counselor at a crisis center in your area, anytime 24/7.

For more information or to chat live with a crisis counselor, please visit the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

I recently lost one friend who thought there was no help for her. Other friends of mine lost their son. There is help! This blog post is dedicated to Sheridan and Tim. R.I.P.

Nobody Knows That I…

… am going out partying several times a month.

Several people who know me will now be flabbergasted, I’m sure. “But you’re such a calm, down-to-Earth, house-bound, slightly rounded person… how can that be?”

I’m telling you how:

  • Because I need ideas for my book characters? – Maybe!
  • Because I want to collect some experience for a new book plot? – Could be!
  • On a dare? – Possible!
  • Because I suffer from ‘Multiple Personality Disorder’? – Absolutely not!
  • None of the above? – EXACTLY!

How can that be that a house-bound writer in her… uhm… best years… is going out partying, and nobody ever talks?

Well, first of all, it would need an expert to recognize me. Different outfits, different hair, expert makeup… Makeup and Hairstylists are an inexhaustible source of knowledge! There are tips and tricks to show a person in a completely different light, and I learned from the best!

One night you’ll see a cool, elegant black-haired beauty in a dove gray cocktail dress, in high-heels, holding a clutch… another night you’ll find a hot brunette in a denim corsage, leather leggings, and over-knee boots, playing pool. One night you’ll watch a fiery redhead flirting at a club – and again, one night you might meet a sexy bombshell who dances a goose bump hot tango and sips Martinis… And you have no idea, that you didn’t meet four women… you just met the same woman four times.

To answer your never asked question: Yes, I’m sure I don’t have multiple personalities inside of me. I’m just doing this for the fun!

Of course, I won’t tell you about my hunting grounds, where’s the fun in that?

And: Just to make sure I’m clear: I’m dancing, and flirting, laughing, and having fun – I’m using different names, of course! My IDs? I know a guy, who knows a guy… you know how these things go… Beautiful names, exotic names, elegant names… Olivia de Jung, Denisonde van Cortlandt, Lilliane Stuyvesant, Angeline de Mondt… I am an author, after all, I’m quite practiced in creating a personal, a character… a persona.

I have outfits and wigs, makeup and accessories that would make any stage actor jealous… And still… despite the fun, despite the thrill… it’s never more than a game, a secret dream, a fleeting moment in my life… appreciate, stored, remembered, but not taking over, controlling, or steering my very self.

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Now, several times a month I prepare one of my secret outfits, get ready, put my wig and makeup on, dress up, and leave the house, to be picked up by a driver. Then my night starts with a cocktail, sometimes even dinner, a club, a bar, a pub, whatever I feel like.

You might ask: “Have you never been in trouble? Have you never faced a dangerous situation, going out by yourself, pretending to be someone else?”

And I will answer: “No, of course not! It’s very simple… I’m an author… and sometimes I dream away, like today, when I was debating what to write in my blog post.” And then I’ll laugh and crow: “Gotcha!” I’ll leave the secrets and the fake personas to someone else, and rather cuddle up at home with my kitty, reading or writing a good book. But let me tell you: I had tons of fun writing this!

What are you dreaming of sometimes? Do you have a secret wish you could theoretically turn into reality and don’t, because it’s completely against your nature? Tell us about it in the comments. We’re curious!

Thanksgiving 2022

On Thanksgiving Day,
November 24, 2022

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I am thankful for the many good things in my life:
Amazing friends
A warm & clean home
Five published books

The list is endless! I’m grateful for life. I think that sums it up pretty well.


Also and furthermore I am thankful to have all of you here on Writer’s Treasure Chest to make my writing journey an adventure. Thank you so much for all your support!

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I wish you and your loved ones:

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Veteran’s Day 2022

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Lord, You know how deep a warrior’s wounds go. You see many of our veterans’ loss in body and soul. You know the memories that haunt them and the scars that many of them continue to carry. Please bring healing to those veterans who are still hurt. Please grant patience and wisdom to those around them who cannot understand but can sometimes help the healing process. Please apply both natural and supernatural medicine to their wounds.”

(Source: https://guideposts.org/how-we-help/military-outreach-stories/5-prayers-for-veterans/)

Letters from Home John Michael Montgomery


My Dearest son, it’s almost June
I hope this letter catches up with you
And finds you well
It’s been dry
But they’re callin’ for rain
And everything’s the same old same
In Johnsonville
Your stubborn old daddy
Ain’t said too much
But I’m sure you know
He sends his love
And she goes on
In a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ain’t scared
And our boots ain’t muddy
And they all laugh
Like there’s something funny
‘Bout the way I talk
When I say, “Mamma sends her best, y’all”
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivin’ on
Waitin’ on letters from home
My dearest love, it’s almost dawn
I’ve been lyin’ here all night long
Wonderin’ where you might be
I saw your mamma
And I showed her the ring
Man on the television
Said something
So I couldn’t sleep
But I’ll be alright,
I’m just missin’ you
And this is me kissin’ you
X’s and O’s in a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ain’t scared
And our boots ain’t muddy
And they all laugh
‘Cause she calls me honey,
But they take it hard
‘Cause I don’t read the good parts
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivin’ on
Waitin’ on letters from home
Dear son, I know I ain’t written
I’m Sittin’ here tonight alone in the kitchen
It occurs to me
I might not have said it
So I’ll say it now
“Son, You make me proud”
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ain’t scared
And our boots ain’t muddy
But no one laughs
‘Cause there’s ain’t nothin’ funny
When a soldier cries
And I just wipe my eyes
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivin’ on
Waitin’ on letters from home

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Songwriters: David Cory Lee / Tony Mac Lane
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Happy Halloween 2022

In my past few Halloween posts, I wrote about the origin of ‘All Hallow’s Eve’ and the legend of ‘Jack-o-Lantern’. Today I will take another path down history lane. Let’s find out where the superstition about black cats being bad luck comes from, shall we?

Origins of Black Cat Superstitions

The connections between humans and cats can be traced back to some of the world’s earliest civilizations, most notably, ancient Egypt, where cats were considered divine symbols. Cats also made an appearance in Greek mythology, specifically Hecate, goddess of magic, sorcery, the moon, and witchcraft, was described as having a cat as both a pet and a familiar (a supernatural creature that assists a witch, according to European folklore).

Written records link black cats to the occult as far back as the 13th century when an official church document called “Vox in Rama” was issued by Pope Gregory IX on June 13, 1233. “In it, black cats were declared an incarnation of Satan,” says Layla Morgan Wilde, author of Black Cats Tell: True Tales And Inspiring Images. “The decree marked the beginning of the inquisition and church-sanctioned heretic and/or witch hunts. Initially, it was designed to squash the growing cult of Luciferians in Germany, but quickly spread across Europe.”

Cats and Witches Seen as Threats to Early Christian Church

A Halloween postcard from the early 1900s featuring a witch, a black cat and spirits.
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In addition to their early association with Satan, cats became inextricably linked to witches in medieval Europe. According to Cerridwen Fallingstar, Wiccan priestess and author of Broth from the Cauldron: A Wisdom Journey through Everyday Magic, witches were the pre-Christian pagan practitioners of Europe.

Although the early Christian church in Europe coexisted with witches, as the church gained power, she says that they saw witches as their direct competition in gaining the hearts and minds of the people. That’s when the church began hunting, persecuting, torturing, and killing witches in vast numbers, she explains.

“Witches honored the natural world, having a deep respect for plants and animals,” says Fallingstar. “Affection between human and animal, therefore, began to be seen as ‘diabolical’, or devilish, and the old lady with her cats became seen as suspect.”

But it wasn’t only the connection they fabricated between witches, cats, and the devil that the early Christians feared: they also saw them both as threats. “Cats, like the women accused of witchcraft, tend to exhibit a healthy disrespect of authority,” she notes. “They don’t fawn, like dogs, upon even the unworthy. In the church, neither independent women nor independent animals were to be tolerated.”

At some point, the pairing of witches with cats narrowed to black cats, although Fallingstar says it’s not entirely clear why that happened. “The relationship between witches and black cats in particular is probably imaginary, but it is possible that black cats make better mousers since they cannot be seen at night and therefore have a hunting advantage,” she explains. “Witches do tend towards the practical.”

Eventually, the fear surrounding black cats and their association with witchcraft made its way across the Atlantic, courtesy of Puritan colonists, says Daniel Compora, associate professor of English language and literature at The University of Toledo. “The idea that witches could turn into their familiar likely evolved from those accused of witchcraft having cats as pets,” he explains.

Cats Blamed for Spreading the Plague

During the Middle Ages, it wasn’t uncommon for cats to be killed, given their association with evil, Compora says. Some people even went as far as blaming cats for spreading the Bubonic plague and used that as another reason to get rid of them. However, their ill-conceived plan backfired.

“In a particularly bizarre piece of irony, the killing of the cats helped fuel the spread of the plague,” Compora explains. “With the reduced number of cats to control the rodent population, the disease spread rapidly.”

(Source: https://www.history.com/news/black-cats-superstitions)

Of course, those of you who know me, are also aware that I have a cat, Tjara, a beautiful 11-year-old Maine Coon cat. She’s gorgeous, proud, wonderful, occasionally cuddly, and very focused on me. And it happens, of course, that she’s pitch-black. And no, I’m definitely not a witch! (LOL)


After all that information now, let’s celebrate Halloween with some known ‘goosebumps’!

Thank you very much for all your support of ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ and my writing! I really appreciate it!

I wish you and your families:

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It’s Autumn in 2022

Once more the season changed… wasn’t it just summertime and hot as in an oven around pie time? Oh, yes… and now, we got the most beautiful rain… water, the dry soil urgently needs, cooling, we all need.

Slowly, but surely, the leaves of trees and bushes are turning yellow and red, before they slowly fall to the ground, where they become beds, blankets, and hiding spots for numerous small animals, and later will turn to fertilizer… but first, they cover the ground, form a sheet, that protects the land from the upcoming ice and snow, that soon will cover the world in a bright white ice palace.

But for the moment, we can enjoy watching nature taking its course… the world prepares for the cold season, where we writers thrive. For example, right now, I’m sitting on a beautiful porch. It’s dark outside, and an antique white lamp spends a calming, pleasant light on my laptop…. the rain washes the windows, but the drops and the sound is nice to listen to, almost inviting to meditate, calming.

Temperatures are going down… instead of the bright summer colors, people start wearing the warmer Earth tones, beige, brown, umbra, gray, anthracite, black, burgundy, and navy blue. In a not-too-distant future, we will see the first boots showing up, the first jackets.

My porch is still cozy and inviting, and the warm saffron tone of the light comforts me…

There is a little heater in the form of an oven on the wall, but it’s not cool enough to use it yet.

Once it will be cooler, its cozy light and warmth will make the porch my favorite room in the house.

What I’m missing now, is someone to share it with… someone I love to endlessly discuss every possible topic we stumble upon, someone I love to listen to, someone, whose voice I enjoy hearing so much, and someone, whose laughter I miss the moment I hang up the phone.

Sometimes, feeling alone isn’t a good thing. In particular, when the days get shorter, the air gets cooler, and the sheets do too.

But at this moment, I decided to enjoy the change of colors, the changes this new season brings, and the changes in my life that will come up. Enjoy it too, it won’t last too long.

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Labor Day 2022

Labor Day pays tribute to the contributions and achievements of American workers and is traditionally observed on the first Monday in September. It was created by the labor movement in the late 19th century and became a federal holiday in 1894.


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