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They called Cammy Tayler the voice of the dead. She remembers when she was seven years old and had her first encounter with spirit. Her Granny called it the “Magic.” Her Granny had it too and introduced her to a mirror that would assist her in her communications. Spirit that wanted to share their stories could play it out on the mirror. Right out of high-school she began traveling to well known haunts with her assistant and best friend Zack Davis in an effort to collect stories from the spirits that were willing to share. She buys a haunted house setting on what was called “Mary’s Farms” dated back to the 1700’s and soon discovers that it was inhabited by spirits. The land cried blood. Her journey leads her to prove legends to be fact like Chief Eagle Wings curse on Mary’s Farms, the witch’s cabin and Shelly the doll. Her adventures lead her to a cave called “Ghost cave’ and Jackals Bridge. The spirits flooded her with stories. She discovers the dark history and the all consuming influence of the witch who possessed and thrived at Mary’s farms. Will she survive the darkness? Come, and take the adventure and see.




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Hell’s Hallways presents one question, what if there is an eternal life waiting for us. Amber Lee discovers the answer to this question and so much more as she takes a journey to the darkest place to ever exist, Hell. She remembers fondly of a time in her life when she considered God to be her friend, but she became jaded by religion and experience. Her bitterness leads her to a stripper pole and heroin yearning for acceptance. Eventually she overdoses and falls to the underworld. On her way she is taken on a journey of her life. She visits times and places that she would rather forget like when she was thirteen and had a job for the pastor to make extra money to buy a dress to be baptized in, and he tried to molest her, or when she took heroin for the first time, or when the love of her life rejected and tried to kill her. This and many other experiences fed her disbelief in a God, a heaven or a hell that held all punishment for sinners. She is greeted by many evil hosts that take her on a nightmarish tour that would change her life and beliefs forever. No matter your belief system Hell’s Hallways is relate able to everyone and leaves you with a choice.


Surprises of Life

I got my niece all weekend. Unfortunately, she cut her hand very bad requiring surgery the Thursday before our visit so I babied her big time. She is not a hugger because her dad and mom are not but… I am and have always been and I asked her what are the limits on hugs. She said three per one visit and five total if she stays two days lol. I told her do not put my love on a shelf. She said she only willingly hugs me and her boyfriend I thought that was sad but I also was flattered. I am a love bomb ready to explode on people that I love if you could ask my dogs they would say right on! I was only suppose to get her Saturday but a sweet surprise came I got her Friday and Saturday. She could not play cards or dance with me or play any board games because of her injury so we watched Top Model and listened to songs and chatted. We went out to eat Saturday night and I got her some bath bombs she was excited which blessed me. She is the daughter I never have been able to have. I have taken all my mothering out on my dog’s, nieces and nephews and even cousins. I may not know what my children were considering I have had three miscarriages but God did not leave me without kids to love from babies till now. I have accepted that I will love dogs and others children and I am kool with that.

I am a hardcore rocker chick and have never been a rap fan and my niece introduced me to Joyner Lucas the song was “Devils work” I so dug this song and had a lump in my throat. I felt this dudes pain, desperation, and frustration of the world we live in. I may not have agreed with every word of the song but the majority I did and I was moved. I love music that I can feel and I definitely felt that song. I thanked my niece for introducing me to it. I recommend if you have not heard it look it up. I also grieve for the conditions of this world and all the many wicked that are allowed to breathe. I felt his rage, I felt his hurt, I felt his disgust. This song is now on my playlist which is weird considering my list consists of Tool, Mudvayne, Soen, The contortionist, nothing more and many other rockers. He is definitely a passionate dude and I totally respect his passion and share in it. It was a surprise to my niece and me that I liked it. He was speaking from the heart and I dig that.





I posted this last year but it was a healthy reminder to me today of what a beast that distraction is. More now than anytime in history people are distracted all of the time. Unable to focus on simple tasks let alone their dreams. I needed to read this again and I suspect others will be blessed by it as well. Even though this was posted last year the message is still true.

Good news came today and with it came revelation. Life is beautiful and precious. I began to reflect on my life in general and especially this year and realized that the common denominator of much of my upset has been “Distraction” followed by its close companion “Opposition”-opposition chases our goals and dreams. “Oppositions” one and only goal is to defeat you. I hope everyone reading this has a dream. My dream is to see my stories on the big screen. I want to retire my husband and move so deep in the country that I can’t remember my own address. I want to be so wealthy that I can order everything online so that if I wanted to stay home for a year and not go anywhere I could. I want quiet only hearing the birds. I want to pamper my mom and other loved ones that I adore. I want a writing room with french doors looking out to a beautiful landscape. I want one room with only a giant Tepee in the center lined with pillows. I want a 1000 acres of rolling hills and woods lined with trails to go four-wheeling. I don’t want to be easy access which translates easy prey for “distractions” I want to enjoy peace and my fur-babies. I want a clutter-free mind so I can create and write undisturbed giving passionately to my craft. I do not limit my thinking, these things keep me pushing and pressing. I love life but do not like this technology addicted, sympathy seeking, excuse-making world so full of distractions. Heartless and unforgiving distractions. Annoying and rude distractions. Worrisome and nagging distractions. Big and small and everything in between “distractions. Repetitive and senseless and even created distractions.” I am over them all.

My dear sweet aunt recently passed away and her passing confirmed that life is truly short and meant to be celebrated and sadly I have let the nemesis called “Distraction” steal too many of my days. I have made my plan so many times to finish my sequel to “Dead Traffic” and every-time someone or something comes crashing into my life sucking the life’s blood out of my creative energy. My husband has said to me many times over the last couple of years “Baby these are just distractions to get you off your game”. He is right there have been more than normal distractions this year like two floods, crooks trying to steal our home, a tree fell on our house and all of these God proved faithful. Then, you have the family dramas and stupidity of others. We are going through another financial crisis and I recently fell messing my foot up. I have a choice to either succumb to all of the pressures and distractions or fight through them and surrender all of the upset and see these as “simply” more distraction. I choose life and life is not meant to be miserable, worried and full of anxiety about things that we cannot do anything about. Life is meant to enjoy fully and completely.

It is time to resurrect the sign. What I mean is I use to write signs and put them on my front door and a few years back my cousin was visiting and a flesh distraction came knocking at the door and she helped me make a sign that read “If you come whining, crying, asking, wanting, needing then don’t come knocking” this is a mild sign, a PG sign I have written ones that would be rated R. My mailman I am sure got amusement out of them because after my baby Randcy passed away seven years ago I took a year of signs and put them up for the world to see or anyone who was brave enough to knock on my door. It is resurrection time.

I am gonna kick distractions ass and I am going to write this week! I am at present rocking out (another of my passions) to Robert Plants “Carry Fire” that is what I am going to do. I am gonna get fired up again and burn the distractions up. I am not the savior of the universe I am a passionate chic who happens to feel everything, it has been a burden but only I can “cast it” which means to pitch or throw. I have talked a lot about forfeiting days. NO MORE given to all of the “distractions” that have plagued me all of my life and relentlessly lately. I am so done with stupid people who never learn. Like the saying goes you can’t fix stupid! I am retired from trying to. The world we live in today is filled with insanely stupid people and sadly I have wasted too many days on these stupid people that continue to do the same things over and over expecting the right result. I choose to be more relentless than the “stupid” and I WILL have the vision, NO LIMITS for the dream is the attitude that has kept me. Ironically “Gimme something good” is playing. Sometimes we have to go after it. No room for passivity which wishes something good would happen and is perfectly content to sit and wait and see if it will happen. Aggressive effort is the backbone of success. I heard a powerful woman say “We don’t need wishbone, we need a backbone.” Every dreamer had to push and press and keep the vision. They had to ignore the voices from others and even in their own minds discouraging them, they had to ignore the distractions, they had to press past the opposition. A Perfect Circles “Talk Talk” is playing very good tune and its show and tell time forget talk, let’s do what we are meant to do. Let’s achieve the dream, whatever that may be. I read a story once about a little frog (I love frogs) He was playing in a well which was his home. Playing splashing contented and comfortable feeling like he had it all. One day he got curious and ventured out of his little well and discovered a pond. He was amazed at the girth of this water hole. He immediately jumped in and thought how small his well was compared to what he now was in and he was very thankful he did not limit himself to the little closed-in well because now he was in an open pond.

This story symbolizes many of us. We get comfortable and forget there are bigger and better things for all of us, but only if we are brave enough to enlarge our vision and venture out. I come from a small town and it would be easy for me to adopt small-town thinking but as you read I am believing for a pond. I refuse to stay inside of a well. I will not let my address, education, mediocrity, people’s opinions or any other thing stop my limitless thinking. I embrace the vision. I recommend all who read this do the same. I have let my emotions control me a lot this year and I have decided to change my thinking and words, therefore, creating a good life for myself. Emotions are an enemy to us if we are not careful. Too often we speak out of emotion creating more havoc. I am a firm believer that our words do carry creative or destructive power. I am learning more and more that WE are CREATORS OF OUR DESTINY. I want to create good things. As the saying goes garbage in, garbage out. I have had a lot of garbage this year and it is time for me to take out the trash! So, my question I will leave you with today is what are you putting in and what are you putting out? Is it time for you to take out the trash?

Another Day, Another Page

By Kimber Renee


IMG_20191107_152907Yes, I am one of those people who can’t wait to celebrate. I start on Nov 1st but the weather has to be right. It has to be a cloudy day or the atmosphere is not right. I start with my Christmas villages while listening to classic Christmas songs. When I move into the living room to start decorating I watch Santa Clause Is coming to Town and Rudolph The Red-nosed reindeer. I have three trees all together downstairs and two Xmas villages and many and I stress many other things. It takes me a week to put everything out and I LOVE IT! It is medicine for my soul. Someone said to me, “It’s not even Thanksgiving yet” I said, I still celebrate Thanksgiving and in fact, it adds warmth and coziness to that holiday. I do not decorate for any other holiday so I go ALL out for Christmas. It has been cold, dark and rainy here in my little corner of the universe a perfect day to run all my lights. Anyone who is bothered by Christmas decorations at any time is truly a sad human being and a grinch. I hope that this one picture put a smile on your face and gave you some warmth. I have said many times we have to find our happy place sometimes and this definitely makes me happy, happy!

I get my 15 year old niece Saturday and she said she wants to do a Christmas movie day. I said quickly I can hook you up. I am so happy she shares in my excitement of Christmas and appreciates all the work I do making my home look like a Christmas shop. It is warm and inviting and I dig it! No other time of year has the same feeling as Christmas so why wait lol




I wrote a blog called “The comfort of the hills” some time ago. I suggest you look it up and read it. It was about my first four-wheeler experience. I experienced all kinds of emotions that day. The treasure was when we were trying to get out of the hollow we saw this old church setting back in the woods. It is from the 1700’s and it had a graveyard surrounding it. It made the whole day worth it. We learned the hollow and found a shortcut that we could take our four-wheel-drive into it instead of the four-wheeler. We began to visit there and this was our first visit back to it after our adventure. I took this picture that day. Now, sadly some people have bought some of the hollow and have cut trees down to block people from getting in on that side. If we visit now we have to take the long way with the four-wheeler. There used to be a community back in those woods and I thought that was so cool.




A water-bearer in India had two large pots hanging at the ends of a pole that he carried across his neck. One of the pots was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of a long walk from the stream to the masters house. The other pot had a crack in it, and by the time it reached its destination, it was only half full. Every day for two years the water-bearer delivered only one and one half pots of water to the masters house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments- perfect to the end for which it was made. The poor little cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfections and miserable that it could accomplish only half of what it had been designed to do. After two years of what the imperfect pot perceived to be a failure, it spoke to the water-bearer and said, “I am ashamed of myself and I want to apologize to you.” “Why?” asked the water-bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”

“Well, for these past two years, I have been able to deliver only half a load of water each day because this crack in my side allows water to leak out the whole way back to the masters house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work without getting the full value of your efforts.” the pot said.

The water-bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the masters house, I want you to notice the beautiful wildflowers on the side of the path. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because half of its load had leaked out once again.

Then the water-bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path and not on the other pots side? That’s because I’ve always known about your flaw and took advantage of it by planting flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day as we walked back from the stream, you watered those seeds, and for two years I have picked these beautiful flowers to decorate my masters table. Without you being just what you are, he would not have had this beauty to grace his house.”

This is for all those who feel insignificant, small, or even invisible. For all those who feel they have no real purpose in life. For all those who see themselves as flawed and broken. We are all flawed and have felt small at some point but just know that you are special and unique, there is no one like you in the world. You are actually considered a masterpiece in the Bible. Just like the little cracked pot, you can also make something beautiful even with your flaw. I woke up feeling this way and so I resurrected this inspiring story to remind myself of its all important message.



I am excited today my 11-year-old nephew is coming to stay the night. He is the littlest one in the picture. I remember this day like it was yesterday. It was my oldest nephew’s birthday and he was with his dad and we cut trees down on my property and built this massive tepee for him. It took us seven hours to complete it. The look on his face when he came around the house was priceless. Two days ago I got a visit from this same nephew he’s 17 and driving now and shared with me that he has signed up for the Marines once he graduates Yikes! I hope he makes it through the brutal training. He has a gift to draw and I am going to get him sketch pads and art supplies to encourage his gift. I got my niece in the picture who is 15 now to scream on paper through poetry. She has written two and I see a gift in her and I plan to encourage her as well. This was a memory that we all will never forget. We erected it and put tarp on it and painted it and went to the creek and got rock for the bottom. My nephew said he would like to have another tepee like that now lol. It is sad to see them grow up but I am happy to be on the journey with them. It is said it is all about the journey and not the destination and I am thankful to be apart of their journey.




Here she is again. Monday will be 9 years since she has been in her heavenly home. It will be 9 years since I have seen her open gifts. She loved her Xmas presents every year. We would get her three including a stocking which is what you are seeing. I remember when my first nephew was just setting up at xmas and they came to visit and I decided to give him a gift early. We set him down and put the gift in front of him and he would not open it and Randcy was watching and after awhile she went over and started ripping the paper as if to say Here let me help you. It was cute and a memory now that is precious to me. We had her 17 years. I was 18 when we got her and I can tell you with absolute certainity that she captured my heart fully and gave me tremendous joy.

We have lost five including her from old age one after the other. So on her anniversary we get balloons for all of them and I write on the balloons something sweet and we turn them loose at a park that Randcy loved. We would take her for picnics and we would set and look at the river and share our food with her and play. She was so unique in many ways. When I would give her baths I would tell her to sit and she would, then I would tell her to lay in the water and she would. I would blow dry her and she loved the pampering. She followed me everywhere hence the poem I wrote for her “My Shadow Isnt Here Anymore” I would get a bath and she would be beside the tub. I would go upstairs and put my makeup on and get ready and she would be on the bed watching me. All through-out the day she was always there my constant companion, my loyal and faithful friend and most of all she was my baby.

I have others now that I adore and love. New memories and new journeys they provide. My house dog Sheba is the polar opposite of Randcy lol I argue with her to get baths. I beg her to follow me upstairs when I get dolled up and she looks at me like Really lol. She does not do anything that she does not want to do that is who she is and I totally respect it, not saying that I dont ask her often, “why do you rebel so much” lol. She filled a very deep and lonely place for me once I had to put Randcy down. She helped me to get out of bed. I am so thankful for dogs and I have said this and I hope no one is tired of hearing it but I will always say this, Nothing or No one will ever love you like a dog does. I count myself blessed to have had so many furbabies to love and give an awesome life to. What I gave was nothing compared to what each one brought and gave to my life. It still hurts without them but I have learned to focus on the beautiful lives that they had with us. There are tears but there is also much joy as this picture displays. Memories keep all that seems lost with us. I choose to remember all of my babies everyday.

These are my babies now. This is Maggie she is so sweet in everyway. She is a great pyranese. You can barley see Rocky over to the side. Maggie is so smart you only tell her something once and she learns. She is a protector and does an excellent job in watching over us.


This is my little Rocky man he is snuggled in his bed. We boxed in our side porch and made a room for them so they have heat in the winter and a comfortable place. Maggie loves this little guy. She has her own bed and he has his, and they have toys and windows all around them so they do not miss a thing. I kiss his face off everytime I am around him lol which happens to be every hour on the hour. I am constantly going out there loving on them brushing them. He runs from me sometimes and jumps in my husbands lap because my love is so intense. My aunt joked with me and said you are like Elmira “I’m gonna love ya, kiss, ya and squeeze ya” Maggie takes anything I give her lol.



This is my Sheba setting behind her daddy on the deck. She takes my love only when she wants it so I tell her “You will take my love and like it”


This last pic of her is when she was younger


This is Shasta my cat, she is a mean ass lol She slaps me every day and has since the day I got her, she is 13. It does not stop me from grabbing her even though I have to chase her to get her.


They bring me much joy!!!!!!! I love and adore them all, the ones here and the ones waiting for that sweet reunion that will happen someday. I have been without my Randcy for 9 years but I have had Sheba 9 years so there is joy among the sorrow. I hope all that have furbabies will love them extra today in memory of all of my furbabies. Hug em kiss em and squeeze em lol. Be Elmira today love them and make them like it!