Archive for February, 2014


Farewell Carol Wills ~ a Very Special Lady

Today we are saying goodbye to Carol Wills by celebrating her life. She was a well-loved British charter member and contributing author to the Peacock Writers. At the beginning of February 2014, she crossed into the realm of angels.

safe_imageCarol was an all around site administrator in the group, helping anywhere and everywhere to carry out the Peacock mission. Our angel was one of the original “four Yanks and a Brit,” published along with other initial Peacock Writers Janice Abel, Gwenna D’Young, Paula Shene, and myself, Carolyn Tody, in the first volume entitled “A Whimsical Holiday for Children.” Less than two and half years later, five Peacock Writer editions exist, a sixth is entering publication, and additional authors are donating their time to the series.

Although all members write other stories, books, articles, and blogs, we prioritize our time twice a year to compose children’s stories and poetry to donate to the twice-annual series. Symbolized by a peacock to portray the jewel-like facets of each author’s diverse creativity, these books help raise funds for children’s charity.

My friendship with Carol blossomed during the frenzied learning curve associated with publishing the first edition in 2011. We had met a year earlier on BookRix, an online authoring site that offers contests and other writing resources. Since then our relationship grew despite the great intervening pond, as we simultaneously reviewed our writings on internet forums that transcend distance. Then she grew quiet during her attempt to defeat the ultimate monster and thief of togetherness.

Carol loved to read – anything. She was married, with a grownup family, and lived with her husband in Chesham amid the beautiful Chilton Hills.

I will miss Carol’s kindness and pleasant sense of humor. Although I didn’t know her for very long, she is a great example of how some people come into one’s life for a brief period, establish a masterful imprint and then move on to a new realm where their special touch is needed.

This lovely lady is best known for her children’s books featuring adventures of Titus, a character who is actually a small bird. Sadly, there will be no longer be new Titus tales.

She also wrote short stories and flash fiction. You can find her writing at: “Women’s Words,” a blog she dedicated to the ladies:, at,,,, and at

Farewell is not forever…


“See what a little wishin’ can do?” I am so grateful for help given me tonight that I am mimicking words spoken by Jiminy Cricket at the conclusion of the nightly Wishes fireworks at Magic Kingdom.

These words sum up not only what’s happened over the course of the past few days, they show the incredible power of dreams combined with action. For some reason, wishes have been coming true more frequently for me these past few years.

At 7:30 pm last night I finally gathered enough energy to heft a shovel and clear a snow-clogged drive. I had waited until dark so no one would see me struggling with 5′ drifts, but there they were – two men attacking the drive next door with a truck blade and a snow blower. One of them saw me shoveling and raced over with his snow blower to clear my drive and a length of sidewalk. As I walked to their truck while they stowed their blower afterward, they said I owed them nothing and drove off! This is such a proud example of humanity in action. People helping people. Dreams in motion.

Earlier this week, I returned home exhausted from keeping up with younger members of a local ski club on a fast paced trip to the southern Caribbean. I had an injured foot I hadn’t told anyone about. We hired a driver, took volcanic mud baths, crashed through fifteen foot ocean swells over and over on a speed boat, shopped till we dropped (I bought a badly needed hat), snorkeled off a catamaran, danced a bit, took advantage of opportunities. Relaxing for even a moment meant being left out. In some cases that meant all day. It was continuous, hyper, extension. On return I wanted only to melt into the woodwork for a few days. Life rarely works that way for long, however. Trying to rest while keeping obligations met is a continual challenge.

Exhausted, and with no fresh food in the house, I warmed up canned soup with wilting Brussel sprouts and ate shriveled apples for a couple of days.

After a couple days of this, I stopped to meditate for a minute. I asked, believed, and gave thanks for whatever would solve my situation without going out of the house for groceries when it was time for recouping energy healthfully. I mean, in lieu of a stimulant like coffee or cola. Instantly I had an idea. Throwing together some frozen smoked turkey left from a Christmas celebration, frozen peas, diced tomatoes, Tuscan spices, olive oil, the ever-present Kalamata olives, and Mozzarella sprinkles from a forgotten bag in the back of the freezer, the resulting dish was pretty and very delicious. It made a nice meal instead of snacking all day.

Even though I am still recovering from a dream trip, starvation is no longer an issue. At least eight to ten meals can be made from only a few frozen bits of meat and canned elements. The freezer is a little cleaner now. There is room for fresh groceries.

Better yet, the snowy drive is passable once more! The intrepid human spirit triumphs again. Moreover, two snowy ‘angels’ touched the earth when they were most needed and promptly disappeared.

Yes, it is possible to see what a little wishin’ can do. Thanks, Jiminy.

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