Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
Fan mail that is... Paranoid about spam, I clicked on an email I didn’t recognize. The name was Ali. I do not know an Ali. Turns out it was not spam at all. It was a forward from my WordPress contact page. And it was fan mail! I got FAN MAIL. Here’s what she said:... Continue Reading →
I'm part of Postcrossing (https://www.postcrossing.com/), an online community for people who love sending and receiving postcards. It’s a small but meaningful way to make the world feel kinder, friendlier, and more connected. I joined while working on a personal goal list—it felt like the perfect fit for me: traveling, writing letters, and forming connections. I... Continue Reading →
**I wrote a letter to five-year-old me because I felt like I should. Here it is. Dearest little one, So, you made it to 56! I know. I know. That seems so old little one. But I promise you it's not! Keep up all the good habits. I have so much to tell you so... Continue Reading →
I donated My List My Rules: The Year a Checklist Changed My Life and left a handwritten letter inside for the reader. I hope the novelty of a handwritten letter lands well. Here's what I wrote: Dearest Reader: Do you believe in destiny? Do you believe in magic? Maybe you believe in cozy Sundays and... Continue Reading →
Dear Friends: It's time for my Christmas letter, this time reflecting on the season with just a few days left in the month. The sun is slowing cresting on the horizon with our late mornings in this northern land, glowing a gold color into the house making my Christmas decorations slightly more magical (if it's... Continue Reading →
To Whom it May Concern, Counios and Gane attended the Argyle North Community Winter Market. I was taken back to the neighborhood where I spent most of my childhood and teen years. My writing partner and I took the opportunity to be present in a neighborhood we don't typically attend for book events. How the... Continue Reading →
Dear friends: On the last day of school before the break, I stepped out of the Art 10 class for just a couple of moments. When I returned there was a whole other class in the room in addition to the junior artists. The guitar class popped in. The kids squished in between desks with... Continue Reading →
Dear Motherland: Thank you for your sizzling sun and unapologetic winds. Thank you for your complicated curvy streets and narrow passages. Thank you for your complex and diverse fragrances of honeysuckle, jasmine, roses, spice, food, compost and exhaust. Thank you for your diverse history with layers (literally) upon layers of architecture, revealing histories, peoples, conflicts,... Continue Reading →
About a week ago David and I had a book launch for our fourth book, Shepherd's Call, in our pentalogy of the Shepherd and Wolfe series. We are currently working on the last one. The launch was exactly what I expected, a great success. We sold lots of books in a short amount of time,... Continue Reading →
Routines. Traditions. Exercises. Commitment. These sweet concepts ground me---even the thought of them. They don't scare me or worry me about impending boredom. These words make me feel comfort. They have no bearing on my spontaneity. And I think I live a little better keeping them in mind. Below I have my second ever Christmas... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 