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My paranormal encounters … and how spooky feeds my writing

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I’ve had several paranormal encounters as a young adult. Thankfully none as an adult. This is probably a good thing as I recently lived in a 250-year-old house that was fortified with three hand-forged locks on every door. To keep the Red Coats out?

Hmmm…not sure, but I can imagine the bloody battles, deaths, and mayhem that may have gone on around that old house in Pennsylvania. I’m glad to not have lived with the ghost of a bludgeoned robber or poor murdered farmer defending his land (that I’m aware of!).

This was not the case with the old house I grew up in situated in the Helderberg Mountains of Upstate New York. It didn’t harbor a malevolent spirit though, but a sad one. She was a young woman who wore a high-neck lace dress with a cameo at her throat. She would float in my room, stand at the end of my bed, and look sadly at the wall over my head. Who was she? Someone who died there or lost a loved one? I’ll never know.

My painting on slate of the house I grew up in

I would also hear hammering coming from our falling down “buggy” barn when no one was in it. Was it the ghost of the worker who long ago had been hammering on the three-story ceiling? Had his fate been to fall to his death on the spikes that the horses were tied to below in the earthen pit?

Then there were the ghost horses in the barn that whinnied wildly. Their screams floated on the winds to my room. Were they the horses that once fell through the rotted barn floor and had to be shot and cut up to be hauled out? It still gives me shivers.

I’ve always been drawn to the unexplained and dark side of things. As you can see from my 10th birthday cutting-the-cake photo here!

One time a friend and I channeled an “evil spirit” through a Ouija board. To our shock, this spirit levitated the movable indicator. The spirit told us to find a boulder in the woods with an “X” on it as that would be where we would find hidden green treasure.

We found the boulder but the only green treasure we found was the angry, verdant icy flow of the raging creek that nearly swept us away that February day. That was my last attempt to play with a Ouija board.

woman playing quija
Photo by Alexia Rodriquez on Unsplash

The scariest spirit I encountered was at my friend’s house. She claimed a robber lived in her closet. He had been killed in her house during a bungled robbery. Her family and friends joked about it, but she was serious. She would leave the closet open for him a crack each night or he would get angry. He was dressed in black with a mask and carried a knife. I always pulled the covers over my head when I slept there.

My friend wasn’t afraid of him, she said he just watched her—but I was afraid. I only saw him once. I was in the bathroom, and he passed by me in the mirror, knife poised to stab. I ran downstairs terrified of the mysterious man in black. And he became the basis behind my own watcher character “Man in Black” in my paranormal suspense novel, A Human Element. Only I molded my creation out of bad and good.

Long ago, my previous book club read my book, A Human Element, and decided to create a psychic theme night and include a psychic reading for everyone. The psychic asked me if I lived in an old house. Yes, we do, I replied. She then asked if my young son slept with the radio on. Yes, he did. She said that this was his way of drowning out the voices of the ghosts in our house so he could sleep. Not to worry, she said, they are benevolent. Well, good thing about that! Talk about spooked!

Whether I’ve outgrown my paranormal perceptions or not, they stay with me and have colored characters I write about in my books. Characters who can move objects, make magic, read minds, and see into the future.

I’ve now added shapeshifting to these character traits with my new series out by year’s end, The Gilded Wings Legacy. It starts with book 1, The Griffin’s Queen. For fun, I’m writing under a pen name for this new paranormal romance series—Marielle Cross.

Here’s the cover!

Paranormal shapeshifter romance books

I’d love it if you followed me on my new Substack under Marielle Cross where I will be more active than this space. I plan to indulge in my spooky love there and share paranormal things that hook my curiosity. It might be a spine-tingling novel, a movie that kept me up, a song with a ghost story behind it, or a real-life encounter that made the news and can’t quite be explained. Some will be eerie. Some will be fun. A few might make you check the locks. Follow here!

Here’s a sneak peek into what The Griffin’s Queen is about:
Architect Maren Calloway needs the renovation fee from Talon’s Reach. Her brother’s survival depends on it. So, when a snowstorm traps her at the gothic mountain estate, she stays, carrying a secret of her own: her late grandmother’s sketch of golden wings above one name. Gilcroft. For twelve years, Kael Gilcroft has lived like a man serving a sentence with the griffin king chained inside him, convinced he killed the brother he buried without a body. But Maren wakes the beast. When something dark charges her past a forbidden boundary, gold feathers and lion claws rescue her, and she reaches for the man instead of running. But the bond between them demands surrender, and every Gilcroft queen before her ended in a silent, gilded cage. Maren will love Kael on her own terms or not at all. With his own blood betraying him and a rival griffin House coming for her, Kael must unleash the beast he swore he would never set free.

More paranormal fun to come soon!

Happy Spooky Season!

Nostalgic travels, moves + book festivals, awards, and recs!

By Donna Galanti

The past month has been a flurry of activity with moving homes, traveling, friend meetups, and book festivals.

We moved back to a favorite place in Doylestown, Pennsylvania, which was very timely since I had two local school visits here this week and was invited by the Doylestown Bookshop to be a guest author with the Bucks County Book Fest on May 2nd with their Kids Fest section!

Bucks County Book Fest!

Book Fest was a fun-filled day celebrating the joy of books and reading with dozens of authors, music, food trucks, and story times on stage! Held at Broad Commons Park, I signed books and made new author friends.

And I was lucky to have a special helper with 7-year-old Bonnie who read scenes from Unicorn Island with me on stage!

Meeting with young readers is a favorite event for me as a children’s book author. I met with hundreds of students in 4th, 5th, and 6th grades this week who were so excited and asked the best questions. A few faves?

  • Would I ever collaborate with another author to write a book?
  • What was the hardest book I ever wrote and why?
  • Would I ever write fan fiction?
  • How do I create my characters?
Lovely welcome sign with Tiffany the librarian at a school visit!

I’m so grateful to have a weekly writers meetup where I get together with talented writers and we write and share experiences and advice about publishing. And it’s even more fun when we all can celebrate our writing successes!

Lots to celebrate!

This was also a busy month as I traveled to Oak Island, North Carolina, where my dad used to live for a family matter. It was a bittersweet trip as it was my first time driving down there since my dad passed away.

North Carolina reminiscing trip

Nostalgia infused me as I visited our favorite spots—walking the beach, eating seafood by the water, and visiting the battleship USS North Carolina again. It had been over a decade since I visited it with my dad and his grandson.

My dad was a U.S. Navy communication specialist in the 1950s and I was a U.S. Navy photographer’s mate in the 1980s.

Dad and daughter squids!

It was fun to find the photo lab and communications room on ship for both of our jobs! I sure do remember those 16-hour days working in the chow hall at Boot Camp and five-minute cold showers. My dad and I loved touring battleships, and during this visit I spent three hours from deck to hull and port to starboard lost in history and talking to the veteran volunteers. I just wish I could’ve been there with my dad one more time.

Our new home is peaceful. I relish reading by our field, which is quite a distraction because I love watching the little planes fly over to the local airport, wondering where they’re coming from, who is in them, and what plans they have.

I’m also reunited with my special woods now that I’m only a few minutes away again. The woodland paths were carpeted with blue violets, dandelions, and spring beauties. What a delight to be serenaded by the Carolina wren and gaze at the abundant crab apple blossoms.

Spring is in bloom!

BOOKISH NEWS

After months and rounds of judging, I’m so honored to have received a FIRST PLACE for the 2025 Gertrude Warner Award for Middle Grade Fiction for Loon Cove Summer with the Chanticleer International Book Awards!

I’m also so thrilled that my new middle grade novel, The Secret Winners Club, has made the long list for the Indiana Young Hoosier Book Award Program by the Indiana Library Federation! The short list for the 2027-2028 school year will be announced at the end of September.

The Secret Winners Club features three characters with visible autoimmune conditions. Many kids can suffer from autoimmune disease and often these conditions can not only be debilitating but also affect their self-esteem. It’s why I wrote about it in this book.

Check out these other middle grade books that feature young characters with autoimmune diseases. Stories like these are more important than ever for young people. Seeing themselves in stories helps them feel worthy of space, empathy, and possibility.

WHAT I’M READING:

Zig Zag Girl by Ruth Setton:

On opening night at Atlantic City’s haunted Black Widow Theatre, brilliant young magician Lucy Moon finds a body inside the infamous sawing box that killed a performer decades earlier – a black rose clutched in her mouth. The rose terrifies Lucy for reasons she’s never confessed, and she knows one thing for certain: the killer will strike again. To survive, Lucy must master the hardest trick yet: discovering who she really is.

This book is mystery, magic and murder set in Atlantic City wrapped up in noir! Plus, it’s also a finalist for 2026 Best Standalone Novel by International Thriller Writers. And check out this gorgeous cover.

H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald:

As a child Helen Macdonald was determined to become a falconer. When her father dies and she is knocked sideways by grief, she becomes obsessed with the idea of training her own goshawk. She buys Mabel, a goshawk, on a Scottish quayside and takes her home to Cambridge. Then she fills the freezer with hawk food and unplugs the phone, ready to embark on the long, strange business of trying to train this wildest of animals. Fierce and feral, Macdonald’s goshawk’s temperament mirrors Helen’s own state of grief after her father’s death, and together raptor and human “discover the pain and beauty of being alive.

This book flows with history, beauty, and poetry. If you love raptors and the wildness of nature and the wildness within ourselves—you will be drawn to this book like me.

Happy reading to you!

Donna

The nostalgic power of music, theater, and story + Educators get a discount on author school visits!

By Donna Galanti

I grew up in the hill towns of the Helderberg Mountains of Upstate New York. As an only child in a rural landscape, I had three outlets; roam the forest with my two dogs, read books, and escape into music and movies.

In our farmhouse, we had an enormous landing upstairs with a console table where I would play records and dance and sing. Here’s a close version of it, short wave radio included! I even took this heavy beast with me to college.

In the late 1970s we only had three television channels up on “the hill”. Then we got a fourth channel and my entire world lit up! This channel played old movies and musicals all weekend long. I escaped into Singin’ in the Rain, Brigadoon, The King and I, The Sound of Music, Camelot, West Side Story, Oliver and many more. (I named three of my cats Oliver, Dodger, and Fagin.)

I was also fortunate as my parents often took me with them to this beautiful historic venue from the Gilded Age—Proctors Theater. It opened 100 years ago in 1926. Music legends like Cab Calloway and Duke Ellington graced the Main Stage, as did comedians Bob Hope and Red Skelton.

Photo by Vin Tooth

Wrapped in magic under a crystal chandelier, I held my breath watching Richard Harris as King Arthur in Camelot on stage (Harris, you might know as Dumbledore in Harry Potter, was also King Arthur in the 1967 Camelot movie), sang along to Annie, and tapped my feet to Grease—as I watched several cast members from the original 1978 movie perform onstage! And so many more productions.

My love of music, movies, and musicals from the 1940s and 1950s grew. I crushed on Frank Sinatra, Charles Bronson, Gene Kelly, Marlon Brando, Yul Brynner, Richard Harris, Paul Newman, and James Dean. I used to think I was a strange adolescent with this adoration of aging actors from their younger days but now I prefer to think of myself as an old soul.

I dabbled in theater myself in high school. Every year each grade put on a play. Here I am in my onstage debut in two roles, but mainly as the character Birdboot (in the plaid pants) in a comedy sophomore year of high school (I raided my dad’s wardrobe for it). I won best actor that year and we won best play with The Real Inspector Hound, beating out the seniors! Someday, I’d love to get back on stage.

My husband and I passed on our love of theater to our son, attending the theater each year just as my parents did with me. With each production, we’re making memories through the stories we experience together on stage. From comedy to drama to musicals, we’ve enjoyed it all—on Broadway, off-Broadway, and high school productions. Some faves?

Noises Off with Marilu Henner from the movie (hilarious!)
Anastasia
Guys and Dolls
Wicked
 (most powerful theatrical event EVER!)
The Lion King (I was 8 months pregnant and didn’t know I’d be when we got tickets!)
Fiddler on the Roof
Elf the Musical
 (jolly good time!)
It’s A Wonderful Life
Mamma Mia
 (sooo good we saw it twice!)
Ain’t Misbehavin’

 

Back in the 1990s, a mutual friend’s family’s bus company shuttled people to New York City from Albany for Broadway shows. They often didn’t sell all the bus seats and tickets on hand. With my friends, we’d “hawk” the extra theater tickets at Times Square (moving from corner to corner, careful to avoid the real ticket sellers). Our payment? Free seats at whatever show we had remaining tickets for. Ahh, how amazing it was to see Julie Andrews up close performing on stage in Victor Victoria, and other plays like Miss Saigon.

There is such power in music. It transforms us. Uplifts us. Invokes a journey. Connects us to story. Evokes a burst of emotion. It can literally change our mood. Music is even more powerful when attached to life experiences. We hear a song and unlock that memory—just like with scents.

I still listen to music from the 1940s and 1950s. My husband asked me why I love it so much. In pondering, I understand now because it fills me with nostalgia of days gone by. Simpler times without computers or social media. A slower pace, richer with smaller moments. A quieter place of cozy gatherings with family and friends in conversation and game nights. A place I yearn to be but never grew up in all those decades ago, except in my soul—and perhaps a past life. A place where stories soar and shine with exuberance and drama and sentiment.

This love still shines through. I feature Frank Sinatra and a production of Grease in my new middle grade novel out March 3rd, The Secret Winners Club. It’s my way of giving tribute to an era long gone, but still alive in the world it left behind for us to cherish. To find out more about the book and pre-order, visit my book page. And have a giggle here at me lip synching to “Greased Lightnin’”!

I’m so excited to share my new middle grade book, The Secret Winners Club, when it releases on March 3rd! Here’s a snapshot of what it’s about.

AUTHOR SCHOOL VISIT PROMOTION!

Are you an educator or librarian? Download my classroom teacher guide for The Secret Winners Club. PLUS, book me for an author visit with your school by April 1st and receive $75 off a single in-person author visit or $50 off a virtual author visit with me! Valid for booking dates through December 2026. Email me to claim at: donna@donnagalanti.com

Spring is nearly here!

A Secret Shared, A Rare Magical Bird Sighting Plus Time for School Visits

By Donna Galanti

When my parents and I moved back to America from England when I was a young girl, it had been my dad’s dream to own a campground. So we visited several and purchased Bethel Woods Campground in Holderness, New Hampshire, by Squam Lake.

This is not only the setting in my new middle-grade novel, Loon Cove Summer, but many of our real-life events are chronicled in it such as …

1. The hard work and challenges in managing a campground.

2. Lake life and being immersed in the natural landscape.

3. How quickly my dad realized he’d been duped and the person who sold him the campground used fake tax returns showing a profit (particularly hard for my dad whose career had been in the financial world as a comptroller).

4. To make a living, my dad had to take an accounting job hours away in Albany, New York, where he lived in a motel during the week for an entire year and came home weekends to work the campground—leaving me and my mom to run it during the week (ok, mostly my mom).

In real life, we ended up selling the campground back to the bank for just $1 and walked away with nothing to start over again in Upstate New York. My mom insisted we commandeer the campground’s big old Ford truck with wooden sides and so we drove it to our new home in New York. The sheriff came looking for it—and we hid it in our back field. He was NOT getting that truck after all we’d lost (don’t mess with my mom!).

I’ve never shared this story before, but this book’s journey was so personal to me that I felt compelled to tell it now. In Loon Cove Summer, I conjured a much happier ending for Sarah and her family (one I wish we could have had).

Here are some photos of my dad at the campground on his “working weekends” and fishing on the lake, something he loved to do and shared with me—along with his resilience. From him, I learned that everything will be okay if you decide to figure it out and there is power in starting over. Thanks Dad. I miss you so much and wish you were here now to revisit our campground together.


This quote from Sarah in Loon Cove Summer, comes from what my dad taught me.

You can’t get lost. You take yourself with you wherever you go.

In my older years I found this to be a comforting truth. No matter the journey, there you are. Showing up. Learning. Letting go. Evolving. Finding your way. Trusting yourself. And all the while, you’re not alone. You become the hero you need.

Right now, I’m grateful to be spending a month at my friend and author Kathryn Craft’s lake house in the North Country of New York, not far from Canada. I come here each year to retreat.



The lake is everywhere. Calming and soothing. Everchanging with the weather. Alive and colorful with rich hues, a million sparkles glimmering on it from the sun. The moving water is so much bigger than me. I get lost in it, endlessly drifting in its coves. Lulled by soft waves that tug and pull as I witness, in a trance, the loon and osprey and bald eagle.

This year, as I floated in a quiet spot past a jumble of boulders, a fluffy white head popped up from the top crevice in a rock. Then an immense white and black body rose and ambled down to sit by the shore. This creature stared at me for a long moment. I was mesmerized by her round white face and curved, slim black beak. She then ambled into a cave deep in the rock.

I’d just witnessed the magic of my first Snowy Owl.

As a volunteer with bird ambassadors for the National Audubon Society, I’ve been in the presence of Red-Tailed Hawks, Harris’s Hawks, and Great Horned Owls. The Snowy Owl is bigger than any of these other raptors as the heaviest owl in North America.

Snowy owl facts:

  • They spend summers far north of the Arctic Circle hunting lemmings, ptarmigan, Arctic hares, mice, ducks, and seabirds.
  • Males are mostly white while females have a mix of white and black bars.
  • Unlike most owls, Snowy Owls are diurnal. They hunt all hours during the continuous daylight of an Arctic summer.
  • They can migrate as far south as the northern United States for winter due to declining prey populations in the Arctic.
  • They are heavy due to their many feathers to keep them warm in the far north and have fluffy feather pillows covering their feet.
  • Snowy Owls lost 64% of their population from 1976-2016 and are considered vulnerable.

See this beautiful owl up close and learn more in this video:

AND HERE’S SOME BOOKISH NEWS…

I was thrilled to be on The Storyteller’s Shelf Podcast where I shared how I channel my own childhood journals, my love of nature, and the theme of belonging to create books for middle graders. Watch here:

AWARD NEWS!

I’m honored that Loon Cove Summer was selected as a finalist for the Page Turner Awards 2025 Book Awards! Hopefully, I’ll share more as the contest progresses this fall.

CALLING ALL EDUCATORS!

I’m currently booking author events for elementary and middle-schools for 2025-2026! As the author of 9 novels, including 7 middle-grade novels in fantasy and realistic fiction, I’ve worked with dozens of schools, colleges, and conferences over the past decade. I’d love to work with you!

Please reach out to see how we can partner together to create an engaging and inspirational experience for your students! See my school visit page.

It’s so fantastic to see that my upcoming middle-grade novel The Secret Winners Club is available for pre-order! It’s fun to watch it pop up on bookshops even though it doesn’t release until March 3rd, 2026.

What’s in it?

  • 3 kids with visible autoimmune issues (like me!)
  • Swim club
  • Junkbots
  • Theater + a fave musical of mine! hint: it’s used to style a ducktail
  • Plotting and secrets (of course!)

1st Rule of The Secret Winners Club: Do whatever it takes …

You can read more here and pre-order here.

Happy fall!

XXOO
Donna

Enlightenment, Going Home, Breathing in Nature & What I’m Reading

By Donna Galanti

Each week I read a chapter of Wayne W. Dyer’s Wisdom of the Ages: 60 Days to Enlightenment and journal my own insights. In this book, Dyer highlights 60 great thinkers of the past, provides his own take on their words, and poses questions on what they offer us today in modern times.

This week:
The poem “On Time” by John Milton (1608-1674)
First sentence…

Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more then what is false and vain,
And meerly mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.

Milton goes on about how we can triumph over our earthly fate—by entering a sense of timelessness with the passage of time. There is no need to defeat it but rather we can smile at it. We can enjoy the rewards of eternity now in this earthly life. We can contemplate our physical selves and possessions and laugh peacefully at it all—for it’s only on lease. We can make peace with time. We’re not its victim. Instead, we can have a sense of knowing that our soul is where bliss resides with joy, love, and peace. Forever includes now.

These weekly passages give me pause when I need it most. And with so much busyness going on this past month, I also needed to breathe in all of nature’s green. And I did. I hope you have green to fill you up, too. Turn up the volume 🙂

I visited new and familiar forests and meadows full of music and magic. I went on for miles and finally had to turn around. I should really tell my husband where I am when I wander like this, in case the woodland fairies carry me away!

SPEAKING OF NATURE …
It was fun volunteering with an Audubon Society school program with Hopper the broad-winged hawk. Here he is flapping in his house.

Plus, I got to visit with all the other bird ambassadors on site like Oden the great horned owl, Ursa the Harris’s hawk, Abby a red-phase Eastern-screech owl, CC the pigeon, and more.


Fascinating fact about broad-winged hawks:
During migration to South America, they group together by the thousands, forming a tornado-like vortex known as a ‘kettle’ or ‘boil’. This is formed from the hot air on the ground. They rise up on the hot air into the sky to then glide along downward on their route and then do it again. This way they don’t use up so much energy flapping their wings for their long migration and have to constantly eat to keep up energy. Smart! Watch a video of this epic journey here.

GOING HOME AGAIN

May was also a travel month. I visited Albany, New York, where I (mostly) grew up to be the keynote speaker for the 136th commencement ceremony at my alma mater, Academy of the Holy Names. I connected with new friends and old friends. Total nostalgic fun.

I loved being back on campus 39 years after my own H.S. graduation to see so many accomplished young women beginning their new life journey. I spoke to them about the power of getting outside your comfort zone.

In my speech, I mentioned key things to keep in mind when stepping outside the familiar for a greater reward:

· You won’t always know what you’re doing.
· You will stumble.
· You will fail.
· You will not be perfect. And that’s okay because no one is perfect at anything when they’re new at it.

And if you accept that you will stumble and fail then you give yourself permission to TRY and FAIL. And you give yourself the gift of courage. The courage to embrace life and be unafraid to step into the unknown. And if faced with the chance to get outside your comfort zone, ask yourself—what is the cost of staying the same? Is it worth it? Only you can decide.

On this visit I also mourned my own youth a bit, wishing I could go back to that shiny, fleeting moment to truly embrace all the potential I held—and the blank canvas to color as I wished. Would I color it differently knowing what I know now and having had the experiences I’ve had the last 40 years?

WHAT I’M READING

My American Journey by Colin Powell with Joseph E. Persico
I’ve always admired Colin Powell, and his memoir is a wonderful dive into his life and thoughts on his personal and career journeys. I especially enjoy his self-deprecating manner and way of revealing how his path unfolded in practical and often unexpected—and lucky—ways.

Colin Powell is the embodiment of the American dream. He was born in Harlem to immigrant parents from Jamaica. He knew the rough life of the streets. He overcame a barely average start at school. Then he joined the Army. The rest is history—Vietnam, the Pentagon, Panama, Desert Storm. Here, Colin Powell himself tells us how it happened, in a memoir distinguished by a heartfelt love of country and family, warm good humor, and a soldier’s directness. My American Journey is the powerful story of a life well lived and well told.

MY NEXT BOOK COMING 3/3/26!

I’m so excited to have seen the final cover of my next middle grade book out 3/3/26 by Wild Trail Press, The Secret Winners Club, and I just finished the final edits. Full cover reveal coming soon!

Here’s a sneak peek of the cover and what The Secret Winners Club is about…

1st Club Rule: Do whatever it takes.

A girl with a visible autoimmune condition bands with other immune deficient friends to create a secret winner’s club to be known for more than just their diseases. Tired of always achieving second place in school competitions, they help each other become #1 before middle school is over—but they quickly discover crossing the line and hurting others can make them even more visible and even more of an outsider.

This is another personal story to me as I have five autoimmune disorders, some of them visible as well. It can be hard for kids to look different—and harder to embrace their unique selves.

LOON COVE SUMMER OUT A MONTH!

It’s been one month as of today that Loon Cove Summer released. I was thrilled to see the orange banner on Amazon with it being the #1 New Release in Camping Books for Children its first week out! Thank you, readers, for making this happen.

Loon Cove Summer is available here from your favorite bookstore in paperback, eBook, and hardcover by Wild Trail Press.

It can take months and even years to write, rewrite, revise, get rejected, and get a book published. After you do, the most satisfying thing is knowing other people read it and are moved by your story. Thank you to Therearenobadbooks for her review of Loon Cove Summer. Be sure to follow her wonderful book recommendations on FB and IG and check out her own books! See full review here.

Happy reading!

XXOO Donna

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