The Plot Thickens

As a child writer – and I’m talking early to late teens – everything occurred by happenstance.

The tiny girl happened to get chased by a bird and happened to fall into a river. She happened to get rescued by a fairy boy and happened to journey with him to his homeland.

Okay, chased by a bird we can forgive, but if she’s a tiny girl, why did she fall into a massive river? She more than likely would have gotten caught up in the rushes and hid from the bird. Okay, so a fairy saves her, but she should have gone straight home. Why on earth would she agree to a miles long trip to his homeland knowing absolutely nothing about him?

Happenstance. It happened all the time in my stories. It’s been rather fun to mull over those books for so many years and now develop plot and character and storyline. It’s a wonderful thing. What’s more, to revisit these little worlds I created and remember some of the cleverness of my childhood.

They were very clever. Just kind of silly though.

What are you rewriting these days?

This has been,


Ponderings, Thoughts

Strength in Love

I was wondering why you always look so put together every day, then I remembered: Oh yeah, you don’t have kids.

Women should never come down on other women. Some fight battles every morning. Some have obtained their peace through much hardship.

Women notice the appearances of each other. One could say we’re hyper-alert to our fellows. Mostly it’s innocent – admiring a new handbag, collecting tips on matching colors or prints. But many times, if we’re honest with ourselves, we’re looking for the ranks.

You know what I’m talking about. She didn’t do anything with her hair today. At least you look more put together than she does. She went over-the-top with that outfit. You feel assured others are probably silently mocking her too.

Ladies, this ought not be so among the fairer sex. Whether sporty or girlie, let’s all agree to harbor lovely thoughts toward each other. Build someone up if you are able. Graciously accept a compliment. And never admit how cheap (or expensive) those shoes were. People love them. You love them. That is all that matters.

Be beautiful.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

PS: Shut up. I use filters, and I love them.

Ponderings, Raw

Quarantine Week #14

It is sometimes difficult to believe Covid-19 has impacted our world for so long, but here we are. It is currently our fourteenth week since Wisconsin schools shut down. Summer has arrived. Families are getting together. These are good things.

I have contemplated shutting down the “Quarantine Week” blog. Corona is in our world, ladies and gentlemen. It is an unfortunate reality, but we must adapt as well. We must now be conscience of our elders and immune compromised comrades. We’ll have to add Covid to our cough, cold, and flu season awareness. Everyone is talking about “new normal” or “going back to normal.” This is what you can come to expect.

On the positive side, we have seen some beautiful improvement to Earth and nature as a result of humans taking a break from being industrious. This is also good. Maybe more of us have come to realize there must be a healthy balance in our lives between work and rest. Remember to be a little more kind, a little more patient, and to be aware of others.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin


Quarantine Week #13

We’re easing back into it – this thing we call life.

Have you noticed the belt has gotten a little tight lately? Me too. I’m definitely less active working from home. This week, I took up running (you know, Couch-to-5K but probably more couch and less 5K.) It’s difficult to begin something you’ve never done before. Brand new to the sport, feeling like you’re doing it all wrong (I know, it’s running. Can’t really mess that up unless you biff in the middle of the street with all your Safer-at-Home neighbors judging you. It could happen.)

We’ve been working on eating healthier too – and wow, I almost spat out that oatmeal.

No sugar added, they weren’t kidding.


Okay, I’m back with a lump of unprocessed sugar and some cinnamon. Sorry, but what a rude awakening. Beautiful morning, the sun is shining, the cat is frisky chasing imaginary bugs. Take a bite of breakfast and shock yourself into flavorless bitterness. I can’t believe my husband eats this oatmeal, but then again, he has a greater tolerance for things than I do. I can get passed the gritty texture if I don’t think about it too much.

Why are we doing this? Who makes this stuff and decides “Yeah, this is gonna be great. People will LOVE my oatmeal-powder concoction! These nuts are weird. I’m going to throw them in too!”

This has been enough of,

Fanny T. Crispin


I Miss You; Part 2

A new tribe.

I suppose the stars aligned just right to bring us all together. Most of us were from different States (two were from a different country.) Every weekend we laughed and played. Everyone felt welcome and accepted. I think when you find that magical host, you discover just how seamlessly they draw people together.

We didn’t have a lot in common – readers, doctors, engineers, warriors, and artists. We were a bunch of misfits, and our only common denominator was Jesus. And we certainly made the most of our time. I felt like had I rediscovered something lost from my childhood.

Sadly, nothing lasts.

One by one, they moved away. I suppose it was inevitable. We were from such different backgrounds. Most were uprooted and struggling to gain ground. I understand why they moved on.

A part of me is missing – twice stolen.

I miss the comradery. I miss the laughter and support. I recognize now how rough of a time I was having, and I needed the group just to make it to another dawn. It was a season of rescue and healing. Now I can stand in confidence.

It doesn’t make the goodbyes any easier or the hurt any lighter.

Fare thee well to wind and wave. Where you live shall be my home. Where you die will be my grave.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin