A Novel ~ Maggie’s Shadow written by Morrine Depolo ~

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Written by Morrine Depolo
Artwork by Morrine Depolo

I’m fortunate to have met Morrine during an online class at UCLA, and it is also where I was privileged to read a small portion of Maggie’s Shadow. Even then, I knew this story was special, and that I wanted to read the entire manuscript once it was finished. Maggie’s Shadow is her first novel.

I’m honored and excited to know Morrine. She’s an inspiring and lovely person to all who are lucky enough to know her. I wish her all the success she deserves.

Now that we are finished with our thanksgiving meals, and are in need of a good book to read, I’m asking you to please support Maggie’s Shadow, by buying a copy today. You won’t be disappointed.

Following is a blurb she wrote for her first presentation of Maggies Shadow at Frazier Park Public Library on November 1, 2014. Enjoy!

As always,

Thanks for stopping by and don’t forget to let me know how much you like her book.

juliet 🙂

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By Morrine Depolo

Last Saturday, November 1st, with snow on the distant mountains and rain in the air, I braved the possible black ice on Mil Potrero to introduce my recently published novel, Maggie’s Shadow, at the Frazier Park Public Library. Being the focus of attention in such a forum was a first for me and I wondered if my nerves would survive the experience. They did, because the individuals who wandered into the Community Meeting Room had friendly smiles and appeared interested in what I had to say, and I especially enjoyed the questions that were posed at the end of my talk and the dialogue we shared as a result.

I love to write and prior to Maggie’s Shadow, I wrote poetry that has been published in local papers and many short stories, winning an award for one in a small writer’s magazine. The thought of writing a novel was intimidating but I wanted to give it a try and it found its inception with the 2010 NaNoWriMo challenge to write fifty thousand words. I wrote somewhat more and a very rough draft of Maggie’s Shadow was born — although the title came later.

The rest of the book was written and revised during my enrollment in the UCLA Extension Creative Writing Program — and one I highly recommend for anyone wanting to pursue their writing dreams under the expert guidance of friendly, knowledgeable and supportive instructors.

With the final manuscript completed earlier this year, I focused on revision and formatting the book along with painting the front cover illustration.

Maggie’s Shadow is a novel about the conflicts between a mother and daughter while it explores the emotional dynamics between family, friends and lovers. After a long absence and some misgivings, Maggie decides to return to her childhood home in the UK. While there, she endeavors to resolve the lifelong difficulties with her mother, claim a promised heirloom denied her, and properly put to rest the loss of her father. Maggie expects to have problems—what she least expects is to open her heart to new friendships. This is an intimate window into the depth of a woman. Revealing and heartfelt, Maggie exposes her inner darkness and shadow cast by irrational fears. With each step of her journey, she uncovers the gifts of love and compassion that provides invaluable insight and lets her own strength shine through.

I was born in the UK and am known to my family and friends as Mo. I completed my college education in the U.S., receiving my undergraduate degree cum laude from UCLA. I moved to the Los Padres Mountains four years ago from Santa Cruz and now live in Pine Mountain Club with my German Shepherd dog, Gaia, and cat Psyche. Many of my friends in the area are more familiar with my work in Frazier Park where I have my own practice as a California Licensed Massage Therapist.

When not writing or playing happily with my two little grandsons, I’m an avid reader. I also love to garden — when the furry four footeds permit things to grow — to paint, create beadwork of semi precious gemstones and to travel, especially to ancient sites like Chichen Itza and archaic European castles and churches, especially those where much is missing and wild flowers grow from their tumbled stones and one’s imagination provides the glory they once had.

I have a second novel planned that presently lies in disordered pile of drafts on my desk and coffee table but a more immediate priority is to get my website morrinedepolo.com up and running. It’s close to becoming public and I plan to publish updates on Maggie’s Shadow and short stories along with blogs on this ‘n that and pictures of those things I find interesting—and hope my readers do too.

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 Morrine Depolo

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Guest Post~Tyranny of Freedom by Catherine Marshall-Smith

The Tyranny of Freedom

            When my children were small, I told myself that I would write more if I didn’t have children.  As they got older, I said I’d write more if I didn’t have them in the parent participatory school I had chosen for them.  When my youngest was seven, I went back to teaching and paid someone to replace me at his school.  Last year I said I could write more if I just didn’t have to teach.

I am off for the summer.  My two sons are on a fishing trip and my daughter is at work as is my husband.  I am so alone I feel naked.  I have done a record amount of laundry and gotten that mammogram I’ve been meaning to get all summer.  I’ve posted on Face Book and responded to my email.  And now I’m here staring at the cursor, which seems to be laughing at me.

Summer gives me freedom to write but I can’t.  I feel guilty because I am not using my time wisely.  I am not using it at all.  Writing is a pleasure, similar to meditation and when I hit my flow state I bounce back into life refreshed as though I just pushed up from the bottom of a swimming pool.  Grace settles over me, making me feel that everyone is my best friend.  My stories come from that sense of grace but it is difficult to find.  Like a G spot.  Or the peace that comes from being understood by a close friend.

During the school year I come home exhausted, have to contend with dinner and then somehow turn to my keyboard and let the ideas flow.  And they do.  Now I have a long, languid afternoon with absolute freedom to do whatever I want.  It’s quiet, there’s a breeze at my window.  The only noise is the PBS News Hour which I chose to turn on.  I have this panicky feeling that time is racing while I’m sorting socks.

What this also means is that I can never relax.  The school year is a steady stream of reasons to cope.  It is fast paced and fluid.  And it has a certain rhythmic satisfaction to it because every problem solved earns me gratification.  During the summer, I am becalmed by no deadlines and the belief that it is my God-given right to relax.  The only problem being that I can not relax either.  I waste irreplaceable time castigating myself for not writing while attempting to unwind.  I assign myself relaxation time during which I lie rigidly on the couch with a book in my hand, and my eyes on the clock.

So I’m stuck in limbo, feeling compelled to relax but unable to, needing to write, while powerless to think.  I worry about starting school without having written a word.  The Reality Police will come and tell everyone that I am not a writer.  But they’ll be wrong.   I did write this.


Once again, I’d like to thank Catherine for allowing her words to appear on my blog. Please feel free to say hello in the comment section below.

Thanks for stopping by!

juliet 🙂


Catherine Marshall-Smith
Has a written a novel, RICHARD AND MICHAEL: AN AMERICAN FAMILY, which is so far unpublished.  It is the story of two gay men, Richard and Michael, who met and fell in love in a Twelve Step program and their attempts to gain custody of Richard’s daughter from his fundamentalist Christian in-laws.  She was a nominee for the James Kirkwood Award for Fiction in 2011 and has recently received her Creative Writing Certificate from UCLA’s on-line writing program.  She is a middle school English teacher and lives in northern California with her family.

Guest Post by Catherine Marshall-Smith

I believe everyone has a right to their opinions and that when we discuss them in an open manner it can result in conversation that enlightens and brightens our way of thinking even when there is disagreement. The following is a commentary about the opening night of Dark Knight Rising. I hope it gives us all a moment to pause and reflect on the tragedy that occurred in Colorado. Personally, I’d like to say that my thoughts and prayers for peace and healing are with all who suffer in any way because of those events.

Thank you as always for stopping by,

juliet 🙂

So without any further adieu…

A guest post by Catherine Marshall-Smith~

I can’t explain why I felt compelled to go to Dark Knight Rising on Saturday (date night) of its opening weekend despite the tragedy in Colorado. Maybe I wanted a return to normalcy.  Maybe I longed for the festival atmosphere that comes with a blockbuster as well as the satisfaction of being one of the first to see a damn good movie. But in the huge Century Theater where I have stood in slinky like lines for Jurassic Park, there was no need to rush for tickets.  There weren’t any lines.   There were only ten people in the theater.

We were an odd bunch, avoiding eye contact and keeping our voices lowered as though in church.  We seemed self-conscious as though guilty of some unspoken sin.  No one had huge sodas and I did not hear popcorn being munched.  No one had to tell us to keep our cell phones off. People were less reverent in LAST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST.  We were there as a political gesture, driven by a stubborn thought, “I will not bow to terrorism,” a line which is said in the movie. In an ironic example of art imitating life, it felt good to see The Batman rise against evil doers. We want moral decency and courage back in power if only in our minds and entertainment.

When Mr. Holmes opened fire on a crowded theater of eager movie-goers, he took more than their lives from us.  He reminded us that we are not safe and there is no Batman.  Mental illness and even evil behavior happen.  We can not control that.  But we can minimize the damage.

When the majority of the people supported a ban on assault weapons, Tom Delay refused to support it, and when asked why, he said simply, “Because I don’t.”

Senator Diane Feinstein of California said on Fox News, “The nation needs to have a “sane” discussion on gun control and ban military-style assault weapons and that the “people haven’t rallied” in years because of the power and reach of the gun lobby, but with the election looming, “it’s a bad time to embrace a new subject.”

Who’s not rallying, the people, or the leadership?

And so we bury our innocent, lick our wounds and carry on because it was an election year.   I was hoping for a better ending.

Thank you,


Catherine Marshall-Smith
Has a written a novel, RICHARD AND MICHAEL: AN AMERICAN FAMILY, which is so far unpublished.  It is the story of two gay men, Richard and Michael, who met and fell in love in a Twelve Step program and their attempts to gain custody of Richard’s daughter from his fundamentalist Christian in-laws.  She was a nominee for the James Kirkwood Award for Fiction in 2011 and has recently received her Creative Writing Certificate from UCLA’s on-line writing program.  She is a middle school English teacher and lives in northern California with her family.

**I want to thank Catherine for her passion and honesty.**

Please take a moment to say hello to Catherine and/or to leave any comments or thoughts below.

Again, my thoughts are will all who were affected by this tragedy.

Fate and Memories by Tracey Meloni ~ Guest blogger

I would like to welcome Tracey Meloni as my first guest blogger.


Fate and memories led me back to writing, and writing groups.

In the late ‘80s, unpacking from a move in Washington, DC, I came upon an old issue of INGENUE magazine. Suddenly I was 14 again, a much-moved often lonely Army Brat, whose father had just been transferred to Wertheim, Germany. The previous summer I wrote and submitted a short story to INGENUE. Months passed, we moved to Germany and I guess I forgot about the submission.

Nothing is more fun than being The New Girl in a strange school and being called to the Principal’s office. Mortified, I went, with every eye in Miss Holland’s English class boring into me.

In the office were my parents, the Principal, and a photographer from the STARS & STRIPES newspaper. Everyone but me was smiling – the principal handed me the phone.


“Is that Mary-Teresa?”


“Congratulations, dear! Your story is our INGENUE winner. The prize is $100! We’ve been having the devil of a time finding you.”

$100. Practically a trust fund when I was 14…

But, after my 15 minutes of embarrassed fame, I went back to being The New Girl and didn’t write another me-driven word for 20 years.

Until I found that magazine. I remembered the journals that always had been my catharsis and the excitement of watching even my 14-year-old characters come to life.

Next day I called Washington Independent Writers, a wonderful group that boasted speakers like Gloria Steinem and, for modest annual fees, offered writers office space in the National Press Building, a health care plan, editing services and legal assistance, not to mention a first-rate Job Bank. I joined. All my favorite breadwinning gigs came from that Job Bank. My inspirations came from the Small Group Evenings members hosted to encourage one another.

Until 2009, when WIW went bankrupt, largely due to lack of interest among new writers. The Small Groupers promised to stick together, but we all know how THAT goes.

So I signed up for UCLA Extension classes…and found my way (eventually) to a great group and this blog.

I’ve never felt more like writing, not even when the National Press Building offered me free research space. I can’t thank all of you enough.

Writing is a demanding mistress, and it leaves you lonely; it may leave your friends confounded and your family frustrated.

Only other writers really “get it.” How wonderful that we have found each other!

Finding INGENUE those years ago was serendipity – it reminded me who and what I really want to be, and made me keep looking until I found other like-minded animals. I’m so glad not just that we CAN help and encourage each other’s writing – but that we want to.

Thank you,


Tracey Edgerly Meloni won a short story contest as a teenager and just kept on writing. Her most recent award: a first place in feature writing from the Virginia Press Association. Formerly press secretary to three California Congressmen and Virginia’s senior Senator. She pens a weekly newspaper travel column, contributes regularly to several magazines and writes about worldwide health and travel with her physician husband.

**I want to express deep thanks to Tracey for allowing her post to appear on my blog.**

Please take a moment to say hello to Tracey in the comment section.

Questions to ponder:

1. Do you feel that fate has played a role in any way with the outcome of any of your goals/pursuits?

2. Can you share with us how a group or a person has influenced you? Was it positive or negative?  

Again, please feel free to leave a comment…

As always,

Thanks for stopping by,

juliet 🙂