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Tuesday, September 16, 2025

BryonySeries: Original "Drop of Blood" Vampire Trilogy

On one of the first days of 1985, I lay on the couch trying to combat pregnancy nausea with a book of classic vampirestories. 

My two-year-old and eight-month-old were napping at the same time, a highly unusual occurrence. I laid the book upside down on my chest and decided to write a gothicy-style vampire novel.

Now, I had never written a novel, only short stories and one novella. Nor had I even written much fiction since my junior high school days, thanks to a series of illnesses in high school and a killer schedule in college. Since becoming a parent, I had not even read much fiction. I preferred the Bible, as well as books on pregnancy, childbirth, Cesarean sections (I've had six total), home birth (I've had none), breastfeeding (infants, toddlers, through pregnancy, and tandem), Christian parenting, and homeschooling.

 

Yet, by the time the kiddies had awakened, and I was soaping washcloths for diaper changes (Yes, I used cloth diapers, by choice), I had the rudiments of s story--a teenage girl falls in love with a vampire she meets by a remote lake--flowing through my mind.

 

Of course, the main character would be Melissa. That had been my name of choice for numerous childhood stories. Finally, Melissa would star in her "official" story. I decided to set her story in 1972 (I later changed it to 1975 simply because I wanted Halloween on a Friday) to give expansion room to the story. It was a slow growth.

 

The raising of six, lively, breastfed, homeschooled children left little time for writing. Drafts attempted in locked, toddler-proofed rooms offered little concentration. Those adorable little people who shared the space were more interested in tapping typewriting keys than playing with all the lovely, educational toys strewn on the floor. Many, many deleted scenes found their home in some landfill.

 

Yet, while other stories ideas have come and gone, this particular one would not go away. Finally, in 2007, I decided to write it as a novella for the seventeenth birthday of one of my sons. I figured it could write it in a weekend. I was wrong.


So in January 2008, I tackled the novel in earnest. At some point, I realized the story was too large for one book; it would need a sequel. And far too many sequels (in my opinion) aren't that good. And I was struggling to write one book without the specter of a second looming before me.


Not until I had outlined the sequel and was actively writing it did I realize the story was actually a trilogy. And that was a real problem (to me) because I had enough material for two books but not three.


So I paused writing the second until (for consistency's sake), I had an outline for the third. And, honestly, without integrating Ed Calkins as a character into the first novel (when it was only a first novel), that third novel would would never have happened, at least not in the wonderful directions it veered.


The rest of my ideas for the rest of the BryonySeries books derived from writing another book.


While writing the first novel, the companion cookbook derived from all the fun food references, the mentoring subplot, and my desire to give back.


The idea for the bonus short story came from my publicist, who wanted me to have something to read at pre-publication events.


While writing the first novel, Sarah had the idea for Girls of the BryonySeries subseries.


While writing the second novel, I had the idea for The Adventures of Cornell Dyer subseries.


While writing the third novel, Sarah had the idea for the Bertrand the Mouse subseries.


And while editing the first novel while drafting the second, I had the idea for the Before The Blood prequel and the werewolf story.


And after I published all five of those volumes, I had the idea for the Limbo trilogy.


And while writing the werewolf story, I had the idea for the "A Year of Shadows" novelette.


Funny how that happens, isn't it? The entire series really took on the life of its namesake noxious weed, which can easily overtake healthy vegetation..


Now although I've previously said I've likely written my last novel, a vague, wispy shadow of another BryonySeries story is already lurking in the back of my mind.


Ed thinks I have a another novel inside of me.


He may be right.

The original BryonySeries "drop of blood trilogy

These books for young adults and older below originate from the expansion of the initial idea and revolve around the idea of "a drop of blood, a deceptive fantasy.

In addition to the trilogy, this initial subseries has a bonus short story and companion cookbook featuring recipes for all the food references in "Bryony," which is a permanent fundraiser for Big Brothers Big Sisters of Will and Grundy Counties.

Bryony

After her father’s sudden death, seventeen-year-old Melissa Marchellis moves onto the former estate of nineteenth century composer and pianist John Simons, where a mysterious mist stalks her, ghostly piano music plays in her bedroom, and visions of John Simons’ young wife Bryony, who died in childbirth, invade her dreams. Those dreams, Melissa discovers, are simply a distraction for the midnight feedings of John Simons, now a vampire. 

So, John proposes a trade: Melissa may visit the past as Bryony in exchange for minute samples of her blood to neutralize his vampire state. For a time, Melissa happily seesaws between her adolescent routine of school, slumber parties, and cute boys to dancing at balls, attending formal dinner parties, and hosting garden fetes. 

But fantasy and reality blur when her eccentric, middle-aged English teacher penetrates her dreams as Melissa’s dashing, young vampire chaperone; her brother Brian adopts a peculiar stray cat after a friend disappears in a midnight exploration of the dilapidated mansion; and another girl with a similar vampire pact is gruesomely murdered. 

Caught between the danger of her agreement and her escalating infatuation with John Simons, Melissa contends with other vampires and their agendas, while struggling with her feelings for an undead musician.

Visage

While grieving the abrupt end of her blood bargain with nineteenth century pianist John Simons, eighteen-year-old Melissa Marchellis packs sensible goals for her life and marches off to college, where her obsession flings her into a relationship with a music professor, a man with a shady reputation and an uncanny resemblance to John.

Meanwhile, Melissa’s peer support crumbles, as her friends make other choices for their lives. Shelly and Laura attend out of town schools. Ann forsakes her wealthy ambitions for a Munsonville boy. Julie is preoccupied with studying and dating a nice, but dull, psychology major. Katie runs away with an aging medicine man.

Melissa quickly cycles from pursuer to victim when the professor develops a mysterious illness requiring unusual treatments; neighborhood pets disappear at alarming rates; and she begins caring for a child with a number of disturbing qualities: a voracious appetite, abhorrence for meat, luxurious red hair that defies trimming, extreme intelligence, and musical abilities beyond its tender years.

As her world unravels, Melissa glimpses the horrifying truth beneath her choices. Will Melissa use that knowledge to finally break free from Bryony’s past?

Staked!

For seventeen-year-old John-Peter Simotes, prodigy of a college music professor that died from a mysterious illness and was staked by his best friend’s vampire-slayer father, growing up in a remote fishing village means tolerating an English teacher mother, enduring a Bible-thumping grandfather, working for a newspaper delivery uncle and a funeral director stepfather, playing with astral projection, and waiting for the right opportunity to rescue the princess trapped in a bedroom mirror.

So when John-Peter accidentally discovers a diary written by his deceased great-grandmother, revealing her claims that a famous nineteenth century pianist and composer with a connection to the village and a resemblance to the music professor was actually a vampire, he and his best friend, Karla Dyer, decide to resurrect the vampire to prove her theory.

But experiments with magic and immortality do more than test the information set forth by a mentally unstable woman. They unlock the truth about John-Peter’s real identity, the evil motives of people he trusts, and the mission upon which he must embark to save them all.

Snowbell

While visiting an out of state friend, a snobbish teen decides to show up the locals by disproving their cherished ghost stories. However, her calculated prank becomes a terrifying night in a dilapidated mansion and a desperate wish that the legends were true.

Memories in the Kitchen: Bites and Nibbles from "Bryony"

In Denise M. Baran-Unland's young adult vampire novel, Bryony, seventeen-year-old Melissa Marchellis trades her blood with a Victorian vampire for a trip back into time as his wife, Bryony. 

Yet, as Melissa zig-zags between 1975 and the late 1890's, she encounters plenty of food. These range from the familiar dishes that grace her family's dinner and holiday tables to unfamiliar Victorian fare: beef tongue, stuffed pigeons, and boiled calves head. 

The recipes included in this collection reflect the culture of both time periods to give the reader an insight into the world of "Bryony."

Whether you read this cookbook to enhance the story's enjoyment or for menu ideas, may you thoroughly delight in each "bite and nibble."




Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Building the BryonySeries World

For those who are new to this blog, I posted my first blog post on August 1, 2010, and have blogged nearly daily ever since.

And while I've (overall) shared posts on the topics I listed on that first blog, I recently realized I've moved away from sharing much about the actual substance, crafting, and content of my books.

I'm hoping to reverse that on Tuesdays going forward (I hope).

So while I'm working on some of those said blogs, here are twenty-one posts from the first five months of the BryonySeries blog, back when we started it in 2010, more than a year before we published the first book.

Most of the posts are very brief - a couple of paragraphs at best. But they provide a nice glimpse into the building blocks of the BryonySeries world.

Happy reading!


That Lightning Bolt Moment

The Research Into Bryony

What is "Bryony?"

Woods, Water & Michigan, Part 1

Why a Bryony Cookbook

Some Traditional Vampire Lore

Woods, Water & Michigan, Part 2

Leeches 101

Woods, Water & Michigan, Part 3

A Peek Inside the Bryony Cookbook

Why Vampires

De-Romanticizing Vampires

Vampire Bat Facts

Teen Vampire Readings

Strange Foods

Someone Finally Asked It

How the Real Ed Calkins Became a Fictional Vampire

The Language of Fans

Snowbell

Jack the Cleaning Man

Storytelling and Storehouses of Memories



Wednesday, October 6, 2021

When The Author's Away, The Mice Will Play

So on September 21, I recapped my my 2021 At-Home Writing Retreat Number One and promised to show you how Uncle Barty and Bertrand the Mouse spent the week when my mind was in Munsonville working on Call of the Siren.

Here, finally, is that long-awaited post showing some highlights of their week. 


Uncle Barty introduced the newly regenerated Bertrand to his mission in life - to share the joys of reading with children.



And that mission was much bigger than Bertrand had imagined. He can't wait to make his own Bertrand books and continue the legacy. 

In the meantime, Uncle Barty took the time to read the current books to young Bertrand.



Uncle Barty and Bertrand also visited some of their mouse friends.




And they hung out with two other BryonySeries characters: Larry the Llama and Snowbell.



They explored high places.



And they explored basement places.



They raided the refrigerator.



They raided the pantry.



And they raided the cat food.



This made Faith very unhappy.




But they did find her later to apologize, and Faith forgave them.




And they had a great time playing King of the Mountain together.






That tired out the two mice...






...and the cat. 

But it wasn't all fun and games because...





...Uncle Barty made certain Bertand wouldn't fall behind in his lessons.


For more antics of Uncle Barty and Bertrand the Mouse, follow Bertrand's Instagram page.

For more information about the BryonySeries (including where to buy Bertrand's books, visit bryonyseries.com

Or check out Bertrand's books on Amazon.
















Thursday, July 29, 2021

A Tiny Snowbell

I loved this book as a child and read and re-read it many times.

The only part I didn't like was the ending, when the cat turned out to be just an ordinary cat. So I fixed that in the BryonySeries.

Some excerpts:

“Me-ow,” wailed the white cat at the back door. She pressed her little, pink nose against the glass, pleading to the house’s occupants for entrance.

Brian dropped his spoon into the cereal bowl, sloshing milk over the sides. He turned wheedling eyes on his mother, who refused to budge.

“For the hundredth time, no! We are not keeping that cat.”

“But Mom, it’s freezing outside. Now that Scooter’s gone….” Brian’s voice broke. “I mean, what if Scooter was cold and hungry and no one let him in?”

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Nothing was there, except for Snowbell contentedly purring at her feet. Melissa touched her chin and her neck. They were whole, untouched, sound.

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John still sat there, intently watching her, the same way Snowbell watched mice. Then she remembered what Snowbell did to mice.

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Snowbell’s possessions were packed and waiting at the front door. Julie pushed Snowbell at Brian with such force he almost dropped her. Then she shoved Snowbell’s supply box onto the front porch. “Don’t ever ask me to watch your creepy cat again!” 

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           Some trinket boxes were oval, but all had either fairy or animal-shaped knobs. One cat resembled Snowbell, for its fur was white; its staring eyes were blue; and its head cocked to one side. 


Julie hugged Melissa, but she still looked grave. “I didn’t overreact. Snowbell is definitely weird.”

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“Brian,” she said, “does Snowbell ever stare at you, for no reason, I mean?”

“Of course, she does. She’s a cat.”

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“Snowbell’s torticollis stumps me,” the veterinarian said. “Her tests are normal, no infections or tumors. The only other possible cause is a past head trauma. Bring her back if you notice other symptoms, but otherwise, don’t worry. She seems to have adjusted to it.”

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Angry scratches crisscrossed her left arm, from her shoulder to back of her hand. Snowbell jumped off her bed. Darned cat!  


When I was very young, younger than five, I had a white plush/stuffed toy mother cat and three kittens that sat near the pillows on my unmade bed. 

And then one day, they were gone.

My mother had thrown them away. She said the doctor told her to do it.

I didn't understand them it was because of my asthma, although that would not be officially diagnosed for at least another decade.

Now the other day, this arrived for me in the mail, a "just because" gift from Rebekah.

She is handmade and a perfect Snowbell, don't you think?

You may also enjoy this short story.




Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Forget the COVID Gloom: Here Are Pictures of my Cats

At one point and not on purpose, we had six cats living with us at our house in Channahon.

I've always loved cats. But because of my asthma, doctors told my parents "no pets," not even stuffed animals.

I was quite little, probably not even five, when my stuffed white cat and three little stuffed kittens disappeared off my bed. My mother, adhering to the order, had thrown them away without telling me.

But then I developed chronic hives as an adult. With the amount of medicine I now take to suppress histamine, I can live with cats. I do have to change my shirt and wash my hands if I pet one. But that's just good hygiene anyway.

As a kid, I also loved stories with super natural premises, like this one this one by Helen Rushmore. But I was disappointed that the supernatural part in that book wasn't real.

So I incorporated that idea into my BryonySeries - and at the request of my publicist, I wrote this short story.

So with that introduction, meet my six.


Frances is our original cat. She was an (approximately) nine-month-old stray that had roamed Channahon for a few weeks (so the villagers told me) when she appeared at our back door one afternoon in late October.

I was in the attic on the phone interviewing someone for a Herald-News story when Rebekah burst in, telling me Daniel was feeding tuna to a cat.

It got cold that night, so we let her in, red jingle bell collar and all. Our terrier mix Scooter wasn't happy, but Frances, having lived by the canal, was nonplussed. She looked at him like, "Oh, does he stay?"

We asked around, and no one claimed her, so we spayed and kept someone's kitten. I don't know if she got separated from someone or if she was abandoned, but whoever you are, please know we love her, and she's had a great life.





This is our second stray - Midnight - who is reading a book by J.L. Callison to my crocheted mouse, Bertrand.

My oldest son had stumbled upon an abandoned litter; Midnight was one of them. He found a home for all of the kittens but her, saying she was too skittish to place. We kept saying, "no." He kept saying, "yes" and talked us into it.

That was 2006 or 2007.

She is still skittish - whether from bad early experiences or her personality, we don't know. But she was sick and full (and I mean FULL) of tapeworms and ear mites when we got her, so we didn't expect her to live.

But live she did, becoming our most affectionate and cuddly cat. You can pet her for a very long time and wind up in more fur than is on her.

The only bad part about all the tapeworms is that the veterinarian would not spay her until she was free of all segments, which took a long time.

So on the coldest night of the year (18 degrees below zero), our unpsayed Midnight ran out of the house at 1:30 in the morning as we were leaving for the Herald-News distribution center to deliver newspapers.

We could not find her but once we came back to Channahon to deliver, we kept zigzagging off our route to run around our yard in the dark, yelling "Midnight! Midnight!"

Yeah.

At 4:30 a.m., Midnight slunk out from beneath our front deck with three other cats, and she wasn't cold at all.

Soon, we noticed Midnight was putting on weight. You guessed it!

But my husband Ron wouldn't hear of us giving up the kittens. In fact, he named them Faith, Hope, and Charity. Here they are.



Faith is a calico who thinks my desk chair is hers, but she does let me perch on it to work. She was the most adventurous of the litter (the one who climbed over the old VCR tapes to discover the world before she'd even opened her eyes), and she is the most skittish of them all - as in skittish PLUS.

She has kitty Asperger's (if there's such a thing) because she freaks out at any disruption in her routine. 

She likes the same food at the same times three times a day in the same bowl laid out in the same place on the same spot on the carpet.

She wants to be petted the same way at the same time of the day everyday. This is no lie

She never used to be petted, but we trained her to accept them. She's still squirmy, but she likes pets.

It goes like this: pet some, writhe away and then come back for more. Repeat, repeat, repeat.



Side note: This is Midnight's brother - Faith's uncle. He was one of the cats in that abandoned litter. He is living on a farm in Elwood. I have never met him, and this was taken was an old cell phone back in the day.

It's interesting to see the family resemblance.





This is Hope, our torti. Like all torties, she is independent and with a torti attitude.

She was the most athletic pf all the cats and could scale trees and roofs with amazing speed and agility, even sliding down tree trunks as if they were firemen poles.

She is now living with a lovely family in Morris. She became separate from us during the whole "losing our home fiasco," and we thought she was gone forever after three months past.

Apparently, she had found herself a new home, just strolled right through the door as if she owned the place. The homeowner had just lost a cat and was delighted - until he discovered she was chipped and belonged to us.

Because we had lost the house in Channahon (long story) and were living in a rental situation, we couldn't keep another cat.

So Jim kept her temporarily. But that was in 2014 and there is no way we would remove her now (unless he told us to come and get her).

We keep in touch, and we may visit her anytime. But we have not seen her since COVID, and we miss her.




We wished we had better photos of Faith and Hope's brother Charity. He had a Mufasa look, and was sweet, affectionate curious, and mischievous.

He was the first to discover the invisible fence didn't stretch as high as the north garage and easily leaped over to the neighbor's garage and into freedom.

He had a wire fetish and chewed through anything that looked like a cord in our house. If you set your headphones on the table to tie your shoes, they'd be in two pieces when you stood up.

If you walked away from the laptop to drain the macaroni, you'd come back to the charger cord bit in half.

One day on deadline, my internet went down. Before I could message my oldest son, my son came charging up the ladder steps, yelling a variety of strong and colorful words I won't repeat here.

He marched straight to my window, looked up, and shouted more unmentionables.

Apparently Charity had chewed through the ethernet cable - and lived to tell about it. Smart cat: he hid from my son.

And yet this same cat, as a kitten, climbed up a tall tree in our yard and couldn't figure how to get down. After mewing very frightened mews for over an hour, we did what all the children's storybooks said to do: we called the Channahon Fire Department.

A truck and crew came out, parked the truck, and looked up the tree at our kitten. One fireman said he had no idea how to get him down and that the ladder wouldn't reach that far.

"He'll figure it out," he told me.

And then they left.

But Charity didn't figure it out. About thirty minutes later, my youngest son climbed up to get him.

Charity died in 2013 from an intestinal blockage, most likely from something this curious cat should not have eaten.

We like to say he used up his nine lives.




This is Alex, the sweetest of the bunch and really not ours.

He was a four-paw declaw and the sweetest, gentlest, most affectionate cat you'd ever want to meet.

He belonged to my oldest and came to live with us when my son and his family did, too.

Unfortunately, my other cats didn't accept him, so he marked his territory - EVERYWHERE!

We could not bring that into a rental situation, so when we lost the house, the Will County Humane Society rehomed him for us (oh, how he cried!) Ironically, he went to one of our veterinarian's clients.

We lost track of him after that. I hope that Alex, like Frances, is having a happy, wonderful life.















Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Art of the BryonySeries: Topher Gleason

An exhibit of BryonySeries-related art by four of the artists who created book covers and interior illustrations for books in the BryonySeries art is currently on display at the Book and Bean Cafe in Joliet through the month of October.

This week, I'm sharing photos from exhibit's installation on Sept. 3. All four artists are taking commissions.

Today's featured artist is Topher (Christopher) Gleason. Topher created the book cover and interior illustrations for Staked!, the cover for the holiday edition of Visage, the cover for the short story Snowbell, and is in the process of creating frontispieces for all five volumes of the upcoming novel Before the Blood, which is the prequel to the BryonySeries trilogy.

Topher Gleason enjoys painting and writing. Topher’s art is normally reserved for family and a few close friends, but after the suggestions of those close to Topher, he has decided to share his work. Gleason is currently working on two novels. Topher uses watercolor and ink as his medium.

 Contact him at Topher@artworkbytopher.com.

To view photos of Topher's exhibit, visit his album at https://www.facebook.com/BryonySeries/.

To view more photos of Topher's work, visit www.artworkbytopher.com.

 To see the covers Topher designed for Staked! the holiday edition of Visage, and Snowbell, visit https://www.bryonyseries.com.



Photo of Topher Gleason (left) by Timothy Baran

Thursday, October 11, 2018

BryonySeries Throwback Thursday: White Cat Meowing


Wednesday, March 30, 2016

White cat meowing

1 comment:

Denise M. Baran-Unland said...
“Me-ow,” wailed the white cat at the back door. She pressed her little, pink nose against the glass, pleading to the house’s occupants for entrance.
Brian dropped his spoon into the cereal bowl, sloshing milk over the sides. He turned wheedling eyes on his mother, who refused to budge.
“For the hundredth time, no! We are not keeping that cat.” (Bryony," Chapter 9: The Music Box)

They should not have kept the cat.

Saturday, September 15, 2018

No Ed Calkins?

Nope.

Can't say why, so I just fired off a telegram.

In the meantime, I have five chapters of the fifth book of Before the Blood edited and am currently working on the sixth.

Still on the "must do"list for today are several interviews, two to three Herald-News stories and some other work for Monday. And a rehearsal for Snowbell at 4 p.m. with Duanne Walton.

Tomorrow, some more work, church, and a ghostwriting project in the afternoon.

And would sure like to go walking and take a dip in the pool.

Ambitious, since I've been a little under the weather. So I'm making this my mantra:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QM46ME7pAoU



Friday, September 14, 2018

Story Round-Up: Features in The Herald-News, Sept. 3 through Sept. 14

Three key points this morning.

My crocheted mouse is miffed at me.

WriteOn Joliet is moving into spheres few (if any) writers groups have moved.

I felt a bit of the thrill famous writers feel at a new release.

For simplicity's sake, I'll explain point by point.

1) Bertrand.

I've not posted a single Bertrand on Instagram these past two weeks, but I have two good reasons: I took an at-home writing retreat and returned to work this past week under the weather, where work was priority, and Bertrand was not.

However, I will make it up to him. I'm taking him out to a very nice restaurant and then letting him post what HE did during my writing retreat. (The photos are shocking but clean so don't go there).

2) WriteOn Joliet.

Last year, my co-leader Tom Hernandez and I decided to address marketing frustrations of our group's writers by at least introducing the marketing conversation this year outside of our regular meetings and add a marketing "arm" to our group, which we can develop over time.

This resulted in our hosting two marketing roundtables where writers could gather and share. We held our second last night, and one new member even created (on her own) a survey so members could assess their own priorities and help us decide how, as a group, we'd like to address it. Most of last night's ten attendees have already filled out and returned their surveys.

 From these two meetings, we've developed a focus for last year and accumulated ideas for future ideas. It's an exciting step for us.

3) I'm famous!

Well, not quite. In fact, not at all.

Yesterday when I texted my editor (Colleen Robbins, author of Daraga's Quest and one of the authors to the last two books in the BryonySeries trilogy) to let her know the first four books of Before the Blood were ready for pickup from the printer, she texted me back eighteen minutes later and said she had them.

I knew she was eager to read them (I have been working on them seven years), but my first thought was, "Did she camp out on the parking lot?" and "She must have rushed right over!"

Alas, she was merely on her way to the Joliet Public Library (where she volunteers) when I sent the text. So she headed over the printer's, which was near the library.

Still, for a few minutes, I had a glimmer of the feeling authors must feel when people wrap around a bookstore waiting for an official release. And it felt good.

Also, please check out my events page on the BryonySeries website (scroll down to "upcomng events"). I've added one for Oct. 11 that's taking an author reading to a slightly different level.

Now, where to find my official writing, me on social media, and my two stories, since this week was a catching up week?

Non-bylined features:

Monday through Saturday I assembled my non-bylined works - brief posts and calendar listings - into one convenient file and posting them on Facebook in the evening, so readers can easily choose the ones they want to read.

 One can also find those event listings, the Gotta Do It calendar, as well as the pets, health, faith, and arts and entertainment calendars, under the sections tab on the left hand side of http://www.theherald-news.com/. Click on "features" and the topics drop down.  Gotta Do It runs under "people."

Community news? Again, under the sections tab, under features, and by topic. Updates are posted on these days in print and web (and some only on web on other days as I have the time): Monday (pets), Tuesday (health), Thursday (faith), Friday (arts and entertainment), and Sunday (people).

Social media:

Daily updates: I do post the briefs and calendars on Twitter during the week, so you're welcome to follow me at @Denise_Unland61.

BryonySeries stuff: I post curated content relating to the BryonySeries at @BryonySeries. And assorted related content at www.facebook.com/BryonySeries. And of course, please follow the adventures of Bertrand the Mouse on Instagram at bertrand_bryonyseries.

If you're a writer anywhere in the world, you're welcome to jon WriteOn Joliet's Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/groups/writeonminooka/?ref=bookmarks. We're based in Joliet, Illinois, but we love to meet and interact with writers outside our area, too.

Upcoming events: 

These are listed here: https://www.bryonyseries.com/fetes-and-feasts

Books and Such

Information on my books (including where to buy) along with upcoming events is at www.bryonyseries.com.

Thank you for reading The Herald-News. And for reading this blog. And if you've read (or plan to read) any of my books. Your support is greatly appreciated.


He was just trying to be a good dad
Kevin Molloy retires from leadership in New Lenox community theater

For 20 years, Molloy, a State Farm Insurance agent, was instrumental in helping to bring high-quality productions to the New Lenox area for community theater prices, a news release said.

Ironically, a tragedy spurred Molloy’s involvement.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2018/08/31/he-was-just-trying-to-be-a-good-dad/axrraba/



LocalLit author spotlight: Ramesh Shah of St. Charles

Meet the man behind the memoir.





Illustration by Matt Coundiff for "Visage." Follow him at www.facebook.com/artbymattcoundiff