The Silver Pen
Welcome to The Silver Pen, the heart of my writing world. Here, every shelf holds something different: Victorian romances, fairy-tale fables, gaslamp mysteries, reflections from the forests of Montana and Yellowstone, as well as environmental articles and quiet spiritual musings and occasional book reviews, and my thoughts on being an author.
Choose your path below, and stay as long as you like. There’s always another tale waiting on the next shelf.
You'll find:
The Teacake Gazette - tales of love, mystery, and magic
Truth & Tradition - historical and factual articles in the Victorian and Edwardian eras
Notes From the Tree Line - essays on belonging, nature, and slowing down
Pagan Wellness - spiritual and magical musings and earth-based wellness
Off the Shelf - book reviews and one-off articles or stories that don’t fit elsewhere
(See below for all of my posts.)
Each post is tagged with its world or theme, from fairies and flower lore to forest walks and tarot cards.
*if you don’t like more erotic stories, avoid the tag/category *spicy*
The Lady & the Lamplighter, part 1 (of 2)
But that was just it, Eugenie didn’t want to be a lady, not in the way society demanded. Oh, she liked the dresses and the parties, yes. But she wondered what it would be like to live as the other half lived. To know real purpose, real connection.
Lady Mary Fontaine
Mary would rather be in the crowd of spectators listening to her father, and now her husband, rouse and move a crowd with passion and purpose. She groaned and let her head fall onto her arms, her hand cramping from the constant writing.
A Walk in Hyde Park
With a reassuring smile, he led her to a stone bench along the riverbank. The moment they sat, a parade of ducks emerged from the water, waddling toward them with eager quacks.
Victorian Courting Customs
Courtship and romantic relationships during the Victorian era was a time of strict social codes and intricate customs designed to uphold societal values such as modesty, propriety, and class distinctions.
A Victorian Christmas Eve
His mother was coming in with a large plate of gingerbread men. All thoughts of holding Margaret left Robbie. He met his mother by the table with the decorations. His mouth watered as the aroma of the warm spices filled the air. His older brother and sister were close at their mother’s heels, eyes never leaving the plate.
A Scalding Cup of Tea
As Mary looked out the gleaming glass into the courtyard, she shivered. Thick fog shifted and swirled between the walls of the large stone house.