Endless Summer Creations

My "Johnny" has now been published in the Kindle Store!

Blood alone does not a family make... I began working on this project two years ago. I followed the directions this project took me. I originally had much more written but have pared most of it away, down to the essence. I am indebted to my beautiful son for concepts and inspiration. It's fitting that I'm publishing this on the day Hurricane Irma is bearing down on us. I love my husband, son and my family of colleagues. I am blessed to have that love. And my wish for all of you is that you feel the irreplaceable love of family every day, no matter who your family may be or how you came together. Love, Carly Purchase Kindle Edition Purchase Paperback Edition  

two years ago i stood before that door of the man who was my hero who i loved to my core who captivated us all with his stories of endless wisdom and wit who had been kept from me “he’s not well” “he can’t see anyone” yet he welcomed me just like always my heart jumped for joy next time my son could be there it would be alright again my son could take his place at those bustling tables of family holidays that i had always known they would always be there, right? but for that brief precious afternoon we were reunited i had found what was lost stay longer, they all said we’re having pizza and salad it’s ok, i said didn’t want to overstay my welcome they insisted so i took my place and for a while all was as it had been before we still felt her absence voids that could never be filled the house with all the familiar trappings gone but somehow the same table reappeared the same spirit i could feel her with u...

If "If I were an older man and met a younger woman I would have just wanted to be her friend I wouldn't have wanted to ruin her life" a haze of shock confusion and hurt descended upon her had it all been a mistake when they first met he even told her she should dance with the younger guys and because she didn't her life was ruined? if she danced with him night after night if his kindness washed over her in healing waves if he told her she wasn't crazy if he told her there was nothing wrong with her if she knew he would never leave her side if he called her out for being the jackass she was when she talked about giving up throwing all her dreams away believing the lies if he fulfilled every last vow if he should have been long gone but never quit her if he could always crack her up if that wacky humor still lived on through the Parkinson's if she knew the disease might take his body but never touch his love that none other could ever match if that's a rui...

the air is brisker as I walk from the dorm with the rooster weathervane on top it's time for dinner; students swarm through quadruple doors smells of mashed potatoes and chicken drift through the halls what table awaits me down below? will Christine make my head hurt with laughter? afterwards, the gaiety continues in her room draped with Egyptian tapestries as she serves spiced teas and biscotti and Joni Mitchell hoots sweetly from the cheap tapedeck later, men join the women to seek Christine's wisdom she beckons them into her romantic visions in which lovers sacrifice their souls for the glory of those brief moments in the dark within this mysterious haven, I find myself emerge amid the satirical banter and uproarious laughter where everyone is suddenly sensuous and desirable and where faded roses always yield to the softness of new petals