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*
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.
Alina & The Greatest Show on Earth, Part 1 (of 5)
I missed being on the trapeze, flipping and flying through the air with my cousins, aunt, and uncle. Our grandmother was a fortune teller, and many people lined up outside her tent to get their palms read and have her gaze into their future in her crystal ball.
A Pansy for Eleanor, part 3 (of 8)
Eleanor met his gaze. She thought of Lord Rutledge, stranded on the Liverpool docks. She thought of the life she had left behind—the corseted expectations, the ballrooms filled with whispers, the future that had never truly been hers.
The History of the Circus
A brief history of the wonderful, magical circus.
🐦⬛ Amelia and Mr. Fairweather
A sudden draft snuffed out one of the nearby candles, and Amelia shivered. Then—another sound, closer this time. The hair on her arms stood on end as she spun around. What she saw made her breath hitch.
The Florist of Beacon Hill
In an age when doctors treated sorrow with laudanum and despair with rest cures, Charlotte offered a gentler path—mint for consolation, rosemary for remembrance, violets for mourning.