Probably Magic: A Letter for Rosa (1)

She’s 5’11” of frizzy red hair, freckles, and a whole lotta attitude…and her name is Probably Magic. She was the product of hippie parents who have their own secrets.But Probably has the biggest secret of all, she sees dead people…Peter Euclid is a Confederate Soldier who wrote the love of his life a love letter while in battle with the Unions on Cemetery Ridge. The letter was never delivered.Now, two hundred years later, he comes to Probably Magic desperate to finally deliver his declaration of love.Join Probably as she uncovers family secrets and the skeletons falling out of closets! Things are not as they appear and it makes for a journey of twists and turns and surprises.Will she be able to fulfill Peter’s wishes while fighting Brendore, the Demon Overlord of the Underworld?Tune in for a fun ride and plenty of thrills.

About the Author

I call myself a mountain woman. In truth, I was born on the flatlands of Indiana on May 20th, 1955. The world population was 2.780 billion, Eisenhower was President, unemployment was 5.5%, Cher was nine years old on that day, and you could mail a letter for .03 cents. Luckily, the dinosaurs were gone, and fire had been invented by then. I moved to Tennessee to the foot of The Great Smoky Mountains in 1998. I have been writing since the age of six. I won my first regional poetry contest in second grade. For the past 50+ years, I have written for myself and only a chosen few. Writing to me is as life-sustaining as breathing, as important as a beating heart. I have written for newspapers, had my own local column in the Blount County Voice, shared stories of my life for my friends to make them laugh, sigh, cry, or more importantly, to think. I wrote puppet shows for our mentally handicapped facility, inspirational short stories for church services, and a series of articles that led to testimony before the Maryland State Senate and the creation of the bill: Maryland Task Force for Abused, Abandoned, and Neglected Children. As long as it meant I could write, I wrote. I can't tell you where this passion came from, I can't tell you one incident that caused me to start writing and not stop. I have no memory of "starting" to write, I just did, and at a very early age. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as the characters enjoyed telling their stories.

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