Fall BREAK

The trees outside my window are telling me it's autumn, but the type of falling I've been doing lately has nothing to do with the changing season.  Somehow, I've managed to overextend myself, and the one thing suffering the most is my writing.  I started this blog to keep track of my creative endeavors, but slowly is has evolved into something different.

I have decided to take a break from this site in order to reconnect with my writing.  Next month is November and there is no better way to focus on writing than joining NaNoWriMo.  I'm not sure when I will return to this blog site, but you can still find me on facebook administering over one of my latest project, N Power Art, which as much as I'd love to step away from it, it's still in its infancy and need constant attention if it is to flourish.  I believe in the concept behind N Power Art and wish for its success.  Too often creativity is killed by the bitterness of the dog-eat-dog market.  I hope N Power Art will be a beckon of light, a sanctuary from the negativity where all Nebraskan artists can work together inspiring art and helping each other.

Finally, the Buffalo Jump Mystery.  I am hoping that one of my co-conspirators will over see the project but if not, I may move the postings to a blog of its own.

Until I return, look for photo postings on google+, occasional blogs on the WritersVibe and administrative postings on N Power Art.

The Secret Treasure of Buffalo Jump

Archaeological student at Nebraska's Badlands

Almost twenty years ago, a novice group of archaeological students enrolled for field-school through the University of Nebraska.  The course seemed innocent enough but soon those thirteen students learned that the Badlands of Western Nebraska are no ordinary place.  The following is an account of their summer field-school.  Names have been changed, details are embellished, but most of the facts are accurate because I was one of those students.


Somewhere near Crawford Nebraska 600 bodies mysteriously died.  Many expert archaeologists have theorized about the origin of the Hudson Meng bonebed but in 1996 thirteen students made a discovery which science isn't willing to explain.  I have been sworn under oath of death to remain silent about what was discovered that summer.  I can, however, disclose a grand scheme of clues which will be left with the bodies of, at least but not limited to, three of the students.  If you are interested in solving the mystery, continue to check this blog and my facebook page for further details.  We are still working on our next course of action--unsure of how to continue but we have decided that the treasure should belong to the world.  It is not ours to keep.

Magic of Friendship

I share a special bond with my eight year old niece and so, when she told me how one of the girls in her class had publicly announced, 'My Little Ponies are stupid', I knew she was crushed by the possibly purposeful comment. Together, my niece and I have watched every episode of the Lauren Faust creation, enjoying our favorite pony characters as they discover the Magic of Friendship (a lesson I think most girls her age could benefit from).

I am blessed with a handful of close - true friends and my niece knows how important they are to me.  She longs to find deep meaningful friendships of her own but so often she faces catty negativity.

OK, in all fairness, I am a product of Generation X so I may be filled with sarcasm and have a bad habit of finding everything -- especially inappropriate things humorous but, I have compassion, and so does my niece.  I hope she will remain the kindhearted, spirited, girl I love.  May she empower her passion for life, art and nature and not hide it to gain popularity.  After all, true friends love us for who we are.

Like the brilliantly written series, I think we all can use a little Magic of Friendship.