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My journey as a writer began as a child. I wrote poems and short stories which were my way of dealing with various life changing events. I am a member of Rave Reviews Book Club. Follow me on Twitter @KIngallsAuthor www.facebook.com/KarenIngalls, and you can find my books at www.amazon.com. My first book is Outshine: An Ovarian Cancer Memoir which received two awards. All proceeds are donated to gynecologic cancer research. My second book is a novel Novy's Son, about one man's attempt to find love and acceptance from his father. This is an all too common problem in our society. My third book, Davida: Model and Mistress of Augustus Saint-Gaudens is about the love affair between this great American sculptor and his model. ALL ORIGINAL CONTENT COPYRIGHT 2011 THROUGH 2017.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

I DREAMED A DREAM

     Victor Hugo's magnificent story, Les Miserables, is about love and hate, war and peace, justice and injustice, kindness and ruthlessness, greed and generosity, and the power of love for country, God, and people. It could be a story written about any country or time of history. One of the main characters, Fantine, is an attractive, independent and financially stable young lady whose life ends in extreme poverty and loss of dignity and beauty. Her only purpose in life is to provide for her daughter. She sings the following words:

                                             I dreamed that love would never die
                                          I dreamed that God would be forgiving





       I dream and believe that love will never die. I see the world and people in it like the ocean's waves. Sometimes they are swirling around in an eddy; or rising high and strong; while other waves gently move; and others splash against jutted rocks, or smoothly washing ashore.

     But no matter the weather or tides, the waters of the oceans keep rolling and moving. The weather symbolizes life's events and challenges; the moon which governs the tides is like God, who is always there for us. And God is Love.

     The underlying theme of my book Outshine: An Ovarian Cancer Memoir, is that there is no storm we cannot weather through; there is no obstacle we cannot climb over or go around; and if we let God lead us love will never die and God will be forgiving.

     I dream of a world without cancer; a world of peace and love; and a world where humans forgive each other just as God forgives us.

     Order Outshine: An Ovarian Cancer Memoir at www.BeaversPondBooks.com and receive 20% off when you use the coupon code "Karen" during checkout. Proceeds go to ovarian cancer research.



Thursday, December 20, 2012

Christmas: What Is Its True Message?

Santa Claus, Reindeer, Elves,
      Toys, Presents,
             Gingerbread Houses & Christmas Cookies,
                     Christmas Tree All Decorated and Lit,
                             Stockings Hung From The Mantle,
                                     Jingle Bells, Frosty The Snowman, Little Drummer Boy, etc.,
                                            Crowded Stores Decorated With Lights,
                                                      Snow, SnowAngels, Sleigh Rides, Sledding,
                                                                Toys For Tots, Salvation Army Bell Ringers,
                                                                          Houses Decorated With Colorful Lights....

                WE WOULD NOT HAVE CHRISTMAS WITHOUT CHRIST'S BIRTH!


 One year we celebrated Christmas on Dec. 26th. Our youngest son, David who was a sophomore in college, arrived about an hour late with a large plastic bag slung over his shoulder, just as Santa does every Christmas Eve. "Ho, ho, ho, and Merry Christmas," he said, placing the large bag on the floor in front of his two brothers, niece and nephew (ages 5 and 3), and my husband and me. He opened the bag and before giving each of us our unwrapped gift, he had a story to tell about how and why he picked it out. When it came time to give me mine he shared the following story, "Well, Mom, I was just about out of money when I saw this." He then handed me a framed plaque with a message of love called MOM. David continued to say, "I was short on cash so I went to the ATM, but the machine ate my card, because I left it in there too long. I went to the store clerk and told her I was just short by $1.87 to buy this plaque for my mother; how the ATM machine took my card; and that I didn't have my checkbook with me. The clerk smiled saying, 'Well, I think we can work this out. If this is what you want to give to your mother, then you shall do it. She will love it. Merry Christmas!'"

        The spirit of Christ's birth was demonstrated in our son's earnest and sincere acts of giving, the kind and understanding heart of the sales clerk, and the unconditional love and joy we shared as a family. The true message of Christmas is:

                                                                      Gifts of Love
                                                          Family & Friends Together
                                                       Celebrating the Birth of Christ


Please share a favorite memory you have that demonstrates the true meaning of Christmas. I would love to read them.

                                                  

                                                MERRY CHRISTMAS

                   
           

Thursday, December 13, 2012

God's Grip: Taking Life Day By Day

I am pleased to introduce my guest blogger, Elaine Stock.  It has been my honor and privilege to meet her through the medium of cyberspace. I invite you to leave comments, and continue to be connected with her on her blog and Facebook site, which are listed below.


"I'm dying," she said.

     There was a collective gasp throughout the classroom. We were twelfth graders taking a semester of psychology; some of us were genuinely interested in studying what made others tick, then there were those students who thought this elective class would be a no-brainer A. It turned out that it didn't matter since our teacher was excellent in getting us to extend our adolescent soupy brains.
     What was this guest speaker doing standing in front of the classroom, telling us she was dying? We were kids. We had at least a half million years of life ahead of us. Who wanted to deal with death?
    Then, her next line tipped our desks even more. "You're dying too. From the moment we're born we spend each second dying, each second that we age we draw nearer to death."
    You must admit this speaker knew how to seize a teen's brain. But, is it true? Do we spend each second of life dying, or do some of us spend each second living?

Death surrounds us.

    A guest on my blog, Everyone's Story, slated for mid-December, just perished in a house fire the day after Thanksgiving. Her husband was beside her in this tragedy.
    Back in the 80's and 90's I lost three women in my life: my mother, grandmother, and my aunt. Five years ago my oldest childhood friend died after a 13-year battle with breast cancer.
    I'm sure I'm not alone in saying that I presently know quite a few people struggling with either cancer or some other horrid disease. As for myself, I've had a few scares, but thank God each episode was benign.

God's grip.

    This is probably an odd piece to write before Christmas and the New Year holidays. Please don't think of me as Bah! Humbug! Scrooge-ish.
    As a Christian I know Heaven is nothing short of...well, heaven...eternal bliss. Hey, count me in! But do I want to rush it? Of course not. Why? Honestly, I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Life is rough. Life is interesting. Life is scary. Life is a bowl of mixed fruit: some sweet, others tart.
    All I know is that I'm living. I'm dying. I'm holding onto Christ's hands tighter and tighter these days, breathing a bit easier because I know that although my hands may get sweaty with human anxiety, I know that God forever has a grip on my hand.




Author's Bio:

Elaine Stock never expected that a college major in psychology and sociology would walk her through the see-saw industries of food service and the weight-loss business; co-ownership with her husband in piano restoration; and ten years in community leadership. All great fodder for creating fiction. 
Elaine’s blog, Everyone’s Story (http://elainestock.blogspot.com), has been graced by an awesome international viewership from over 125 countries. Everyone’s Story hosts weekly interviews and reflections from published authors unpublished writers and readers who share inspirational stories.
A former RWA member, she has presented writing workshops. Presently involved in ACFW, she was a 2011 semi-finalist in the prestigious Genesis Contest in the contemporary fiction division. Her first short story was published on Christian Fiction Online Magazine.

With her own childhood void of God, and becoming a Christian first in her twenties, she is targeting her novels to adult audiences with the central theme that God’s unconditional and always-present love is with each one of us, even during tough times. 






Thursday, December 6, 2012

Coping: Facing Life's Challenges in Healthy Ways

       The first time I heard the words, "I'm sorry. You have cancer," all I could do was moan "Oh, no," and slowly let my body and soul absorb the words. It was a few days before I was able to ask questions and truly listen to the statistics, treatment plan and prognosis. I do not remember crying that often for the week I was in the hospital recovering from my debunking surgery. I had already cried for two weeks out of fear of the unknown. Instead I concentrated on the ways I had dealt with other challenges: sexual abuse, divorce, alcoholic parents, and untimely deaths.

    I had learned from my grandmother and an adopted aunt the following healthy ways to face any fear, illness or tragedy:

              *exercise,
                   * meditation,
                          *journaling,
                                *nutritious meals,
                                     *humor,
                                           *and most important, a faith in God.

       By the time I was home from the hospital I had come to terms with "I have cancer," and tried to live each day with a determination that I would live it fully, healthily, and joyfully. In my book, Outshine: An Ovarian Cancer Memoir, I explain in more detail how I used each of the above mentioned coping methods.

       Today I want to focus on my faith in God, because it is the foundation of everything else. Without God, I am lost; an empty shell. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross once said, "People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within." 




My light is knowing and accepting God's love for me. The cover of my book exemplifies God's light and my shining through challenges, even cancer.

Faith does not mean cure. Faith for me means trusting God will give me strength, courage, and resolve; that I will still live my life in love, forgiveness, and generosity for however long I live.



     
     Is your light shining? Do you let fear control you? Are you giving your physical body the nutrition and exercise it needs? Do you laugh, giggle, find humor in everyday things? Are you holding on to grudges, jealousies, hatred, or anger? Thank you for sharing.