Linda K Sienkiewicz

Writing life, line by line

Girls and Christmas Dolls

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Chatty Cathy dolls were a wildly popular Christmas gift in the sixties that bring fond memories to many, along with some not-so-fond memories. A Facebook post I made about Cathy elicited some of the most interesting stories about dolls and gifts: Not the doll she'd hoped for Bunny said she pulled the cord out of her Chatty on Christmas Night; the ring was attached to a string that was … [Read more...]

Colleen M. Story: What Makes a Writer?

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What Makes a Writer, and Am I One? Are you a real writer? It’s a loaded question to ask a room full of writers. Some will be offended that you even asked. “I write, therefore I’m a writer,” they’ll quip. Others will have answers, but they’ll likely land all over the map. A writer writes, it’s true. But after nearly 20 years of making a living freelance writing while writing fiction on the … [Read more...]

A Family Not Forgotten

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It didn't seem that long ago that the grave markers of this family of four in Mount Avon Cemetery were bestowed with American flags, bouquets of flowers, miniature plastic soccer balls, dolls and butterflies, and the grass around them had been trimmed and tidy. The colorful and playful decorations had drawn me to look closer. I remember being startled to read that Jacob Vaness Young was born the … [Read more...]

Advent Calendar Project

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When my children were little we had a felt advent calendar with a tree and little plastic ornaments with velcro on the back. Each day you took an ornament from the calendar and stuck it on the tree. Its beauty was its visual simplicity as they counted down the days till Christmas, and I didn't have to answer "How many days...?" Over the years,  some ornaments disappeared under the refrigerator … [Read more...]

Love and Loss – The only permanence we know

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Each loss evokes all losses. We long for permanence, for our children to remain cute and lovable, for our parents to never leave us, and for our loves to always stand by our sides. Life is constant change, however, and every change represents a loss of what there was before. Fall has become a difficult time for me. Four years ago today I lost my eldest child to suicide. Two years ago on October … [Read more...]