From Calbert and His Adventures, Chapter Two:

As Calbert was hopping along, singing and looking at everything he could see, he heard something that sounded like a rusty hinge squeaking. “Goodness, I wonder what that could be?” thought Calbert to himself. So, he was off on his first adventure – to solve the mystery of the rusty squeak!


            Calbert very quietly hopped through the tall grass. Hop–hop–hop–hop. Shhh! What was that shadow over by the big tree? Calbert spied a toothpick lying on the ground and picked it up.


            “This will be my weapon,” thought the brave little toad.


            He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the toothpick, and leaped out to where he could see the ‘thing’ that was making such a scary shadow. Guess what it was? None other than a little gray mouse who was sobbing as if his heart would break. Calbert felt so sorry for the little mouse he forgot to be scared.


            “Can I help you, Mr. Mouse?” asked Calbert.


            “Oh,” cried the gray mouse. “I have lost my way home.”


            Since Calbert did not know where the little mouse lived, he could be of no help there.


            “But, I know,” shouted Calbert with glee. “Come and explore the world with me, and maybe we will find your house on the way. I need a horse because I’m a COWBOY toad, just in case you haven’t noticed, and you can be my horse. We could have lots of fun together.”


            At this, the little gray mouse stopped crying and sat up to take a better look at this cowboy toad who wanted him to explore the world. Mr. Mouse liked the idea of traveling. He had always wanted to see new things and meet new friends. As a matter of fact, that is how little Mr. Mouse got lost. Suddenly, his face brightened. He said, “I’ll be glad to be your horse, Mr. Toad, and explore the world with you.”


            Calbert was delighted to have found a friend to share his adventures. “What is your name, Mr. Mouse?” he asked.


            “My mother had so many children she forgot to name me,” sighed Mr. Mouse.


            “That will never do,” said Calbert. “Let me see … since you are to be my horse, and since you are a mouse – I know, I know,” shouted Calbert happily. “Let’s call you MORSE!”


Here is an excerpt from Calbert and Morse: Further Adventures, Chapter Five.


 All of Morse's little brothers and sisters were gathered around Mrs. Mouse, Calbert, and Morse. When they heard that Calbert was going to spend the night with them, they all jumped up and down for joy, and held hands and danced around Calbert and Morse and squeaked a lot! The brothers and sisters were all younger than Morse, and they loved him very much. He was their hero! They started singing, and everyone joined in, even Mrs. Mouse!


We are glad to have you with us 

And we're glad that you will stay! 

Dance and sing and look around you 

Come and join us in our play! 


The little mice were so happy they got squeakier and squeakier as they sang, and it hurt Calbert's ears. He was much too polite to say anything, though.  His mother had taught him never to hurt anyone's feelings by saying rude or hurtful things to them. So Calbert put on his biggest smile and sang and sang and danced and danced with the little mice until it was time to go to bed. Calbert shared some of the snacks Mother Toad had fixed for him. He loved reading his note, and put it in his pocket to save it.



Here is an excerpt from Frisky and Oliver.



Frisky was a bit different from his other brother and sisters. He was rambunctious, meaning he could not stay still for longer than eating time, and even then he would eat a few bites and run around a bit before his mother would saunter over and box his ears  with one paw and then lick his head to tell him she really loved him but that he needed to behave himself. 

As soon as he was finished with his food, he would run around his home and leap on the beds and slide down to the floor again and race from one room to another, leaping on his brother and sisters and annoying them without end. 

Frisky’s older brother would often catch Frisky and hold him down. Then the two of them would romp and play and jump on each other until both cats were tired.  

That was how Frisky got his name. Actually his older brother, Oliver, was the one who called him a frisky brother.. The name stayed with him and every one of the cats called him Frisky.

He was a sweet kitten who loved everyone, but he was too busy to stay still long enough to be loved back. Oliver was the only one who seemed to understand his brother, and he was very patient with Frisky. He would often just sit and watch Frisky as he jumped from one chair to the next or played with a shadow on the floor. Oliver loved his brother and Frisky was very attached to Oliver.


Here is an exerpt from my next novel, TOMORROW, a sequel to Hellfire and Snowdrops.



Alexis slowly turned away and headed for the bridge. She did not want to interfere in her mother’s enjoyment. “Mother is having such a nice time,” she thought to herself. “I know I must be a drag on her. The bridge is a nice, cool,  quiet place to watch the ocean until time for dinner." 

She sighed and went to  the side of the ship where she could watch the waves again. The ship seemed to be going faster as she leaned over to watch the waves. “I wonder what it would be like to fall into the waves . . . and float around,” she sighed.

The waves were hypnotic. "The ocean is so beautiful,” Alexis thought to herself almost aloud as she was leaning over too dangerously far  at the railing. The ship bounced a bit with the rough waves and Alexis felt herself about to go over the rail down toward the waves. Just then a pair of strong arms grabbed her and held her back.  

“Hey, lady, you were getting too far out on that railing.”  

Alexis looked up into the kindly and worried face of a very  attractive man. He was still holding her, for fear of her falling. Alexis smiled.  

“I promise to be more careful,” she said, “and thank you for rescuing me from a terrible fate.“

Alexis shivered when she realized how close she had come to falling over the railing.


Here is an excerpt from a draft of a young adult story about native Americans, titled June and Raven.

 Sometime before meeting Princess June, Raven had become a brave and had made his own house called a wikiup. To  make it, he found about thirty long, slender cedar saplings and trimmed them. He pushed the saplings into the ground in a circle. The saplings were then bent over into the center where Raven bound them together with strong vines. Once all the saplings were bound  together, he added smaller twigs and saplings around the sides and top. He used woven grass mats to cover his wikiup and put some animal skins on the floor inside. If it rained, he could place the animal skins on the grass mats outside so his wikiup would stay dry inside. 

“Aiii-eee,” he had shouted when he was finished .He was so happy he raised his arms skyward in thanks.

He was 17 when he made his own house, and had become a brave. Raven was indeed a man now, and ready for marriage. He was a handsome brave and wore a black leather headband with a white feather in it to signify that he was single. 

He and Princess June were married with much ceremony as was befitting a princess and her mate. As soon as he had married Princess June, Raven took off his white feather.

Princess June’s father gave him a tribal area to keep under control. The chief and the other elders of the tribe were pleased with Raven















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03.05 | 00:10

Hi Carolee. My name is Jeff. I am Diana Schultheis husband. She is back in Pittsburgh PA. taking care of her mom. Will contact you on the 13th.

30.04 | 21:13

Thank you, Diana. Please tell me about your idea.

Hope to see you in a few weeks.

24.04 | 03:53

I just love your Bio Carolee. I had wanted to one day write myself but days and years go by and the world too fast. I would like to give an idea.

02.12 | 22:20

Love the blog Grandma. Miss you