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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.

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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!

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!

Winter Projects, Pastimes & Recommendations

By Donna Galanti

Happy Winter!

First, I’m thrilled to share the BRAND NEW book trailer of Secret Beneath the Sand! This hardcover of the second book in my Unicorn Island series releases March 8th.

Hope you enjoyed that as much as me! So, we just celebrated Valentine’s Day here in the U.S. I’ve always thought of it as a Hallmark Holiday, but it got me thinking about all the forms of love and how they envelop our lives. Shape us. Push us into action. Whether love for a partner, parent, child, or friend. Family and friendship love is a key element to my Unicorn Island books, and all my books, so it’s something I look for in other stories.

Here are a few of my favorite movies that reveal the power of love, some I re-watched this month:

  • Shawshank Redemption (love of friendship)
  • Under the Tuscan Sun (love for self)
  • Seabiscuit (second chance love)
  • The Age of Innocence (unfulfilled love)
  • Second Hand Lions (love of family)
  • Shakespeare in Love (love beyond boundaries)
  • Brokeback Mountain (tragic love)
  • 50 First Dates, Moonstruck, Harry Met Sally, The Wedding Date (happy ending love—so many of those!)

There’s something learned about love in each of these—and how many kinds of love can fill our lives, along with mistakes to avoid when it comes to matters of the heart.

Talking about love! If you’re looking for a heartfelt summer read check out The Edge of Summer by my friend and talented author, Erica George. You’ll be swept away by this big-hearted novel about one girl navigating first loss and first love during her summer on Cape Cod. Out June 14th. Pre-order here!

Here are some other winter pastimes I’ve been diving into … perhaps some will speak to you. First is walking in the woods, of course! Here are winter adventure photos from the 20 acres we’re lucky to roam on our property as well as local nature preserves. I came upon an empty lake and was inspired to leave messages in the snow.



Here are other ways I’m passing my time you might be interested in.

BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS
I’ve been on a non-fiction kick lately eager to soak up knowledge and inspiration.

  • Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong by John O’Donohue
    This is a book to indulge in slowly with its rich words and thoughts—and one to re-read, which I am. O’Donohue speaks to the divine restlessness in our human heart. This is an exquisitely crafted and inspirational book that explores the most basic of human desires – the desire to belong, a desire that constantly draws us toward new possibilities of self-discovery, friendship, and creativity.
  • Deep Work: Rules for Focused Success in a Distracted World by Cal Newport
    This book is so good for the person seeking focus to produce that I just read it a third time. This includes, handwriting thirty-five pages of notes from it to create my own guide as a Cliff’s Notes version. Newport shows how cultivating a deep work ethic will produce massive benefits and also offers a training regimen for transforming your mind and habits to support this skill. He truly inspires you to grasp how deep work will make you better at what you do and provide the sense of true fulfillment that comes from artisanship.
  • John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir
    This book is like being vividly shot to a walk in the woods, a stance upon a mountain, or a peaceful spot by the creek. John Muir is known as America’s pioneer conservationist and father of the national park system, and I delightfully discovered recently that he was also a talented literary man. As he explored the wild western part of the United States for decades, he narrated his wanderings in notebooks. This is an unrestrained poetic account that will enrich your senses with the wonder of the natural world.

MUSIC RECOMMENDATIONS
I listen to a lot of instrumental. It’s peaceful and non-jarring. I create soundtracks for writing. It’s lovely at times having no voices in your head, just melody. Spotify is my go-to for creating music collections.

  • Spencer Lewis:
    Met him in person one summer in Manchester, Vermont, at the Hildene Fall Arts Festival. I love his folk music original pieces.
  • Acoustic covers:
    A way to enjoy old favorites in a new way with other performers.
  • Celtic:
    Love a good Celtic session while in the kitchen cooking. Never fails to lift my spirits.

Speaking of music … I went to see Howard Jones in concert this week. He JAMMED! Great acoustic set. His band was the first concert I ever went to waaaaaay back in 1984 when I was 15 years old! Check him out below.

And speaking of throwbacks from 1984, here’s one. Me at 15 with my good friend, Elaine, who I am still friends with after 40 years!

T.V. SHOWS AND MOVIES RECOMMENDATIONS
Longmire:
Am binge-watching this 6-season suspenseful crime mystery with a western feel set in a small town. I fell in love with Walt Longmire, the resolute and unflappable sheriff of Absaroka County, Wyoming. Recently widowed, he is a tormented man who buries his pain behind a stoic face with an unassuming grin and dry wit.

Mrs. Maisel:
Re-watched season 1-3 to prepare for season 4 out soon! It’s the 1950s and one housewife’s life changes when her husband leaves her – and she decides to become a stand-up comic. This witty, hilarious, and gorgeous show is unlike anything else out there. Midge, wife turned comic, is smart and funny with all the right looks and clothes. She’s perfectly pitted up against her rough and tumble, foul-mouthed manager, Susie.

Ozark:
Re-watched season 1-3 to jump right into season 4. When one married couple relocates their family to the Lake of the Ozarks for money laundering, they have no idea of the life and death challenges they’ll face from small-town corrupt locals to the Mexican cartel. The show is shocking, disturbing, and so darkly intense I can only take this in small doses, but the writing and acting is superb. You never know what twists will happen next!

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before:
And now for something young and sweet! I don’t often watch teen movies, but this is too cute to pass up. In this romantic comedy-drama, Lara Jean writes letters to five of her past crushes meant for her eyes only until one day they get sent out. Her life is soon sent on a crazy path of fake-dating, first-love, and heartache. You’ll champion her as she stumbles but also can’t stop watching Peter, her adorable fake boyfriend. Or is he? 😊

Emma a PBS mini-series:
Another adorable show but set in the Regency period, originally penned a comic novel by Jane Austen. You’ll fall in love with our heroine. Emma Woodhouse seems to be content with a wonderful father, adoring friends, and a beautiful home. But Emma is consumed by matchmaking. She can’t help meddling to find ideal suitors for her friends, putting her own longings on the back burner.

Sanditon on PBS Masterpiece:
This is a well-done take on Jane Austen’s unfinished novel (she died while writing it). I re-watched Season 1 for the fourth time recently to gear up for season 2! Yes, that’s how much I love it and our two appealing main leads: kind-hearted and smart, Charlotte, and the dashing yet tormented, Sidney. This is another show set in the Regency period with a lovely seaside setting. Full of complex intrigue, societal trappings, quirky characters, and misunderstandings, this show entertains while pulling at your heartstrings.

MY CREATIVE PROJECTS
I’m creating my own Etsy Shop! If you don’t know Etsy, it’s a wonderful shopping platform for unique and handmade products and gifts. This project has been consuming a lot of my time. I’m having so much fun doing research, design, product development, and creation of my shop called Go Wild Design. It will feature nature-inspired gifts, gear, and apparel. This is a big project I am very passionate about and hope to launch before summer.

I’m also excited to be plotting a new middle grade book I can’t wait to jump into writing. This new idea has a fun and colorful cast of characters and is a contemporary story of friendship, secrets, and transformation. That’s all I can say for now. 😊

AND this is the week I have a middle grade book going out on submission to editors through my agent, Liza Fleissig. It’s always a nervous time to know your story is “out there” and hope a publisher picks it up. So, wish me luck!

Lastly, let’s talk juggling! Of course, I had to give you an update on my juggling expertise. I have limited time to practice but I am happy to say that I have graduated from one-ball juggling to two! Juggled low here to try and get it in the video. Star the cat approves.

I’m also revising A Healing Element, the third and final book in my Element Trilogy for adults. The first book released in 2012 and I finished the third book five years ago. Yes. FIVE. But I put that aside to write for young readers. However, the 10 year anniversary inspired me to publish it now. This was my first adventure into writing novels that started with thrillers for adults and soon turned into writing thrillers for kids.

Here’s a photo of me at A Human Element launch party 10 years ago with dear friends! This even has the original cover, changed long ago with a new publisher. Check out the newer book covers below it.

Just a reminder that if you pre-order Secret Beneath the Sand, I’d love to send you a bookmark and autographed book plate label for you—or another special reader. Just email me your address and who you’d like the book personalized for at donna(at)donnagalanti.com

Plus, my publisher sent me a gorgeous box of bookmarks and bookplate labels. Check them out!

Stay cozy out there!
XXOO -Donna

Thank you New York City for helping a country girl feel free and safe

By Donna Galanti

It’s hard to believe 9/11 was  so long ago.

I got married the same month. Since then, I’ve relived it with my son through footage. As the second plane crashed. As the first tower fell. Then the second. The Pentagon. The plane in a Pennsylvania field. The heroes. The dead. The shock rushing back into me as I sat home all day glued to the T.V., thinking the world had gone mad.

A trip during 1997. If you look close, you can see the Twin Trade towers just behind the Statue of Liberty. How fitting.

My son wanted to know how we felt watching it unfold. I could not find the words to explain how I felt. Sometimes you just can’t.

I love New York. All of it. I grew up on a mountain above Albany. “Upstate” as New Yorkers would say. It was when I got my first job out of college and moved to Nutley, NJ, across the river from the Big Apple City that I overcame my fear of big cities. I fell in love with it. This giant, pounding alive thing. It surged with lights, noise, smells, and people.

Here I was, a country girl living just across from the big city. All alone. I forced myself to drive into its grandness. The Lincoln Tunnel sucked me up into its curved darkness. I was afraid of being swallowed up. But I wasn’t. In all that organized madness, I was free. It made me feel so alive. To walk anywhere. To see it all. And no one knowing who I was. No one knowing where I was. Free. And safe. New York City made me feel safe.

This doesn’t sound so extraordinary. But it was for me. I fought panic attacks for years. Panic of the new, of being out in open spaces, of people, of crowds. I would grocery shop at midnight when no one was there. Always parking in the same spot. It was safe.

It took me years to finish college at a large university. Each process of getting to campus was an agonizing step. First, park. Then measure the distance of walking to my class building. Avoid people. But they’re everywhere! Wear sunshades to feel invisible. Find a seat in class alongside the wall to feel safe. Try to get through class without sweating profusely or spastic coughing. It was not a safe place. Safe was home, alone between comforting walls. Safe.

Then along came a career and a big city to conquer. Only while conquering the big city, it conquered my phobias. From Times Square to the Lexington Deli to the Guggenheim to Broadway and home across the river. In a world of flowing people I felt safe. Alone and free and safe.

So thank you New York for embracing me and showing me your chaotic beauty and grandeur.
Thank you for making me feel safe when I could not before.
Thank you for helping me overcome my anxieties and find freedom in your vast and colorful landscape.
Safe.
Free.
We still feel that same way about you.
You haven’t let us down yet. The heroes of 9/11 never did.
We won’t let you down.
And we will never forget.

Christmas past lives on in the present – and you

By Donna Galanti

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The old Westerlo, NY, homestead

Christmas is here again. A blend of old memories from Christmases past and new ones being made.

It took a long time for me to feel at peace with the Christmas celebration changes of the last few years as our lives changed. Suddenly, the steady Christmases of my childhood and youth were gone. My parents sold the Upstate New York country home I grew up in and moved south.  I no longer could “go home” for Christmas and see all my childhood friends. I got married and moved away. We had a child.  New people were in my life now. And things kept changing. Christmas left me with an uncomfortable feeling then, one of constant change and uncertainty. It made me sad. I wanted to skip over it.

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My parents oh-so-trendy Christmas outfits!

For a long time, the loss of my childhood Christmases hung heavy on me. My mother once said she didn’t have Christmases growing up during the Depression. I do believe she made up for that later in life by lovingly decorating and entertaining with grace and warmth. And I had always envisioned bringing my husband and son “home” to that warmth for Christmas. But that would never be. Especially since my mother died.

But then I discovered as my son became older, that I finally accepted the change because it won’t ever go away. Change goes on and on. And as I embrace my memories now, I realize no one can take them away. Now is the time to look forward and enjoy creating those special Christmas memories for my son. He is the next generation, and I am the past. What he remembers now will be part of him forever. Just as I remember.

Recently, I took my son to Upstate New York the week after Christmas to visit friends. On our way home we wound up the Helderberg Mountains to drive by my old homestead. The once showcase home now stands worn, overgrown, and abandoned-looking by homeowners without a care.

But that’s not what I see.

I see glittery, snow-covered fields as I climb the last hill home. Lights burn soft, falling on snow from the farmhouse windows. Smoke curls from the chimney as I pull into the stone driveway and park in the barn. I pass holly and bows strung on the lamp posts welcoming me home.

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Christmas when I was 4. Loved my stuffed Tom Kitten from Beatrix Potter!

And as I knock the snow from my boots upon entering, the smell of mincemeat pie, rib roast, and Yorkshire pudding float around my head in a delicious wreath.  I see my mother in an apron ready with a big hug, a glass of wine, and a loud “Hello!” I see the tree with decorations of decades twinkle a soft sentimental greeting. The fire pops while candles flicker a peaceful glow.

And there out the bay window over the pond, I see the North Star rise in greeting over the hills spread out before us. The hills I once sled down on Christmas Eves gone by. I can still breathe in the crisp stillness that spread over the fields under the moon in a humble sleep. I watch the flip of a beaver tail as he swims under the frozen-over creek on the way to his dam. I see fireplaces blazing at each end of the house and a table filled high with food as laughs and hugs abound. I see folks gather round the center hall piano to sing lively tunes with eggnog in hand.

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Me and Josh Christmas morning!

I see it all.

Memories of Christmases past live on in me. Christmas is now about creating memories for my son, for our family. My memories will always shine inside me. And now my son’s memories will live on through me.

What sort of Christmas memories live on in you?

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Josh reveling in the first snow!

 

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