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Welcome to my author page and blog, Thoughtwaves.

My name is Ellen DuBois, and I've been writing since I can remember. I began writing poetry as a child and as I got older, my poems grew with me. Whenever I had to sort out my feelings, I turned to writing because my thoughts became clearer. I still turn to writing. It's been a constant, faithful companion.

Turning adversity into something positive has been a theme in my writing. From poetry and lyrics to short articles and essays, I seem to gravitate to issues of the heart and my faith in God, Jesus, the angels- spirituality.

Eleven years after a devestating miscarriage, I wrote a short ebook about my experiences and emotions. Several years later, I wrote more about coping with miscarriage and I Never Held You was published as a paperback by a small, traditional publisher. A few years later, in 2009, I republished my book with Createspace. I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery

My works have appeared in books ranging from anxiety attacks to inspirational collections of poetry and stories. I've also been lucky enough to be published by Blue Mountain Arts. I feel blessed to have been included in these books/greeting cards and plan on "pushing forward".

Please visit my author page, Ellen M. DuBois, on Amazon.com by clicking here.

Be well and God Bless, Ellen

Thoughtwaves

Thoughtwaves March 8, 2018

by Ellen DuBois on 03/08/18

Thoughtwaves

I've had this blog for some time and unlike my other blogs, (miscarriagehelp.com and a fashion blog), I've never felt a strong, resonating sense of purpose in my posts.

I've been all over the board and back again.

For as much as I wanted an inspired, purpose driven blog, I never seemed honed in or inspired enough to find my path. It seems inspiration has found me,  so I renamed my blog Thoughtwaves.

There are a couple of reasons for the name. First, as I sit here typing alone in my music teaching studio, the song my mother wrote, (Thoughtwaves), is playing in the background. I feel her love and energy enfold me. It is both beautiful and bittersweet. She passed away three years ago. Her music spoke to me, as if beckoning me to rename and revamp my entire blog. Thoughtwaves felt like the right name. 

First step done.

Next was the need to write something that felt like it had substance. For a while, my writing has reflected where my head's been at- fragmented and unfocused, perhaps afraid to dive into what lies beneath the surface. That's an excuse I no longer want to use. "Fear is faith inverted." - Florence Scovel Shinn. Life's always going to be a mix- busy, not so busy, happy, sad, etc. There's always something worth writing about and a way to make time to do it. (I'm writing this in between students.)

Find your passion. One of my greatest passions is my spirituality. I want to write about the ups and downs of life, good energy and what I do when it's not-so-good. God, angels, people, meditation, prayer, our connection, the unseen but felt, the afterlife (along with signs from the afterlife) are what I think about, read about and am passionate about. They are my truth and are substantial. 

Here's a light hearted example of something simple but so powerful: It felt wonderful when the person ahead of me paid for my coffee yesterday. Such an unexpected surprise! A complete stranger paid for my coffee and the guy at the window told me it'd been going on for about ten minutes. Just think of it: customer after customer paying for the person's coffee behind them. Without hesitation, I paid for the person behind me. I felt a deep sense of gratitude and a "high" from keeping the pay it forward going.

I received positive energy and gave it back. It's an awesome, simple thing that's incredibly uplifting.

The key is keeping that great feeling. Outside forces can easily bring me down.

My take away from this: Don't let negative energy rob you of your light. Focus on love, gratitude and whatever makes you feel good inside. Walk away if a disagreement is about to begin. Try to keep your cool and in the words of the late Dr. Wayne Dyer, "Choose being kind over being right." 

I got a bit side tracked, but I think you get my drift.

Remember, you are a wonderful, Divine creation of God's. I realize that my bliss is always inside me. There are days when I have to look a bit harder, but it's there.

Love and Light to you,

Ellen




Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. I've also been published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
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Why is the price of my book so HIGH?

by Ellen DuBois on 03/01/18



Why is one of the sellers of my book, I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery,  pricing it so high on Amazon? I mean, who would pay over six-hundred dollars, (you read that right), for a copy of my book? For ANY book, unless it's highly collectible?


I don't understand this, but I'm looking into it. I've discovered, through my limited research, that I'm not alone. There are more authors and sellers of other merchandise, (not limited to books), who, for whatever reasons, have their products show up with independent sellers at extremely high prices.

I don't get it...but I will. This doesn't feel right because, I suspect, it's not. I simply haven't had the time to dive in and get to the bottom of it.

I will, and when I come up with anything, I'm going to #writeaboutit.

If you're wondering, the price of my book, I Never Held You, in paperback, is $11.99. Not even close to the ridiculous $607.69 one seller lists it for.

It's frustrating, but my frustration serves me well. It drives me to discover why the price of my book is so high with a particular seller.

Until then, 

Ellen

PS- If you click on the link below, you'll see how my book appears on  Amazon. It's when you look into the "other sellers" that you find the prices going up... and up... and up!

I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery



Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. I've also been published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
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Love the NYX Powder Puff Lippie!

by Ellen DuBois on 02/28/18

I saw these while in CVS and just had to try one. I bought the Group Love because I typically wear reds. My skin tone is fair. When I put it on, I couldn't believe how light and smooth it was! The color is pigmented enough for me, (it looks red, which I want), but there's a wonderful opacity to it, too. (For lip liner, I use Rimmel Moisture Renew Universal Transparent Lipliner. I line around my lipline to prevent any feathering.) Going to pick up another and probably try a different color, too. Love this. Oh-so different!


You can find it on Amazon, too:
Powder Puff Lippie - Lip Cream (Group Love)

Another School Shooting? This CAN'T Be Our Kid's "New Normal" #kidslivesmatter

by Ellen DuBois on 02/15/18





"At least 17 people were killed when a teen opened fire with a semiautomatic rifle at a high school in Parkland, Florida, on Wednesday afternoon, officials said."

I stand heartbroken before you with the rest of this country- with the rest of the world. Another school shooting? This CAN'T be our kid's 'new normal'.

I don't have the answers, but I'm willing to help try to come up with something. ANYTHING. I can't stand by and watch yet another newscast telling me there's been another shooting.

Our children are being massacred by psychos with guns. Yes, I said psychos and if that's not politically correct, I don't offer an apology.

It's not about politics. First and foremost, it's about the children, the ones we are supposed to be able to protect, being shot down in cold blood. It's also about the teachers and other victims of these horrific shootings that defy reason . There is no reason when it comes to evil. Additionally, it's about unstable people with guns who never, EVER should have had them in the first place.

"The number of mass shootings around the country in 2018 continues to climb. According to data from the Gun Violence Archive, a total of 30 mass shooting incidents have occurred as of February 14, including Wednesday's school shooting in Florida."- www.abc15.com

What are we going to do? How are we going to protect our children? How are we going to protect ANY innocent bystander who gets caught in the crossfire of someone who is mentally deranged?

School shootings. Nightclub shootings. Concert shootings...Enough!

I'm grasping at straws as I try to comprehend yet another tragic shooting. I can't wrap my brain around it. I cry when I think about the lives lost and the families of the victims. My heart goes out to those who survived, too. I can't imagine what this atrocity did to the kids who lived it, saw it and felt such fear and terror. We've got some very serious PTSD to address and it's in our schools. It's seems unreal, but this nightmare is very real.

I believe we have to get to the root of the problem: unstable, mentally deranged people who are going on killing sprees. This is not a political statement. I know guns don't shoot themselves- people do. And the ones who do it are sick and don't give a damn about any law. All the legislation in the world isn't going to stop them because they don't care about laws and legislation.

I, along with millions of others, feel helpless. But, I can't be helpless because children depend of adults to be helpful. For the love of God, keep your eyes open. Listen. Our kids need to know they can report any suspicious behavior/activity to an adult without repercussion. Sort out what's accurate after it's investigated- let's not wait to act. If we do, it'll be too late. Listen to the concerns of children when they say "so and so is being violent, weird, making threats or creepy" and take every word seriously. Don't be afraid to speak up to authorities and to each other. We all need to be vigilant and LOOK UP AND AROUND instead of down. We all need to notice the world and the people around us- beyond our cell phones.

It's a start.

We need to protect each other. This can't be our kid's new normal.

I have to add this: While I believe in a person's right to bear arms, I also believe in background checks. I believe there is no need for anyone, except for the military and law enforcement, to carry assault rifles, which are capable of fully automatic firing.  #kidslivesmatter

Ellen M. DuBois

Blizzard2018- Both Beauty and Beast.

by Ellen DuBois on 01/05/18



Looking out my window this morning, I couldn't help thinking about winters as a kid back in the 70's and 80's, (mostly the 70's). The piles of snow reminded me of snowforts we spent hours building. We played in them until our mothers called us in. We were thrilled to get "snow days".


But, there's a flip side to adulthood, too. You see things you didn't when you were a kid. (The same applies in reverse). 

Yesterday's blizzard was pretty epic. My heart goes out to all those who were flooded and forced out of their homes by mother nature. I can't even imagine. Being about 20 minutes south of Boston, I watched Channel 5 (WCVB) in part horror/part awe. A dumpster was being pushed down the street in Boston by the flooding water. High tide, full moon and storm surge. That's something I'd never seen before. 

In the light of a fridged but sunny, new day, I took some pictures from my vantage put- somewhere in the middle. I'm an adult who realizes some people were hit terribly hard by this storm, yet I also see the beauty in things through somewhat child-like eyes.

To all who were in the path of this blizzard, I hope you are safe, warm, dry and dug out.

This snowstorm was indeed both beauty and beast.



Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. I've also been published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
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Feeding the Birds: A Calming, Spiritual Experience

by Ellen DuBois on 01/01/18

I started feeding the birds during the summer of 2015 with a hummingbird feeder by my front porch.



It didn't take long for me to become completely fascinated by the beautiful, tiny birds. Watching them quickly sip on sugar water has not only entertained me, I've also been in awe of nature and its beauty. I've become more acutely aware of how perfectly made God's creations are. 


Feeding the birds has become a calming, spiritual experience.

In both 2016 and 2017, I made sure I had a hummingbird feeder out front and plan to hang the feeder again in 2018. I've spent much of my free time, (in the case of hummingbirds, late spring and summer), basking in the joy those tiny, beautiful miracles of nature deliver. (Although "free time" can be hard to come by, feeding the birds is a great way to spend it. It's "destressing" time.)

During the winter of 2017, I expanded my (still) novice bird feeding by hanging a suet feeder. Shortly after discovering how much squirrels love to break in and steal the food from the feeder,



I bought a sturdy, mesh feeder meant for various types of birds...cardinals included.




It's fascinating how determined squirrels are to get the coveted bird food- no matter what kind of feeder it's in. I should have known that nothing would stop them after having a squirrel chew through the heavy, thick plastic of my trash barrel to feast on whatever morsels he found. (I have since moved the suet feeder so the squirrel can't pry it open and steal the entire block of suet.) Being the "sap" I am,  I've grown fond on this little guy, (I named him Harry), and don't want to see him go hungry, either. It seems the squirrel(s) and birds are coexisting, although I often have to let "Harry" know when he's being a glutton.




Anyway, after hanging my new mesh feeder, I nestled on the couch in the warmth of the den and looked out the sliding glass doors. I watched the feeder sway in the cold wind couldn't wait to see the first bird come to dine. It took about ten minutes for the first of the birds to arrive.



Beautiful, little Black Capped Chickadees are wonderful to watch. Their markings make them easy to spot and they're such hearty little birds! (I only knew what kind of bird this was by googling "black and white winter birds". Also, a friend on Facebook told me she's got a ton of them in her yard.)

I find myself wanting to check on the bird feeder quite often to see who's come to dinner. Whenever birds are there, I am drawn to watch them. The way they pull food out of the mesh shows me how strong they are. Some birds stay and feast at the feeder while others take one seed at a time, fly off and come back for more. There are others who prefer to gather seeds that fell to the ground, making sure none are left behind. I've seen small birds, medium sized birds and some larger ones and so many colors and markings.  With each type I see, I try to research them based on the pictures I take to learn what they are. After all, I'm a newbie at this. 

In these record-setting, bitterly cold New England temperatures, feeding the birds makes me feel good. I can only imagine how it must be to hunt for food while the earth lies dormant and frozen. However, unlike people, birds are amazingly resilient. God created them with the tools necessary to survive these bone-chilling temps. 

I'm thankful He did. Watching the birds quiets me and makes me smile. I swear I feel my whole body calm, including my breathing. I disconnect from my running thoughts, phone, computer and anything else that's "plugged in" and simply enjoy nature in all its glory. 

I was excited and grateful when a cardinal came to the bird feeder! I've always loved these gorgeous birds and consider them to be quite spiritual, especially since the passing of my mother. When I saw the one pictured below, you'd think I'd won the lottery. 



I look forward to seeing more types of birds and learning about them. I know I'll laugh when I see "Harry the Squirrel" make his way to the feeder to get "his share". I'll gently knock on the window when I think he's had enough, (he can be quite the pig). Setting up my HandyCam on a tripod so I can film my fine feathered friends is very fun- I don't know what'll be on there until I look.  The shutterbug in me enjoys getting great shots with my 35mm camera. My phone is great for quick pictures and short recordings, too.

Feeding the birds has taken my already strong connection to nature and strengthened it. It's also given me cause to stop and focus more intensly on life, what's real and our connection to nature. In may case, feeding the birds is a very spiritual thing. To enjoy the wonder of God's creations is something many of us find little, if any, time for. Speaking for myself, it's one of the best and most therapeutic things I do. 

Indeed, a spiritual experience.

The piece de resistance for me: The Cardinal. It's no wonder it's hard to take your eyes off his stunning, red color.



As I embark upon my bird feeding journey, I will learn more as I go along. I don't know what the best bird foods are to buy, but I know people who do. My best friend has been at this for a long time and she's already given me some great advice and tips. Another couple I'm friends with has an array of feeders, too and I'm sure they'll be giving me tips and pointers as I go along.

I think I'll go feed the birds now and enjoy the serenity watching them brings.





All Photos were taken by and are the property of Ellen M. DuBois. Please do not use without permission.


Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. I've also been published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
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Grieving During the Holiday Season

by Ellen DuBois on 12/23/17



To all those missing their babies and other loved ones who are in Heaven, my heart goes out to you. This time of year can be tough. You're "supposed" to be happy, but may find yourself struggling with grief, sadness and perhaps feeling ovewhelmed. There are so many emotions, from joy to great sadness. I know the feeling and want you to know you're not alone. Hang in there, and I'm keeping you all in my thoughts and prayers.

I love you and miss you more than you know. Christmas is coming- the streets seem to glow. I hear carolers singing and see lights shining bright. It should make me warm on this cold winter night. But, I miss you my dear one. I can't help but cry. I need to slow down and sit for a while. When I close my eyes, it feels like you're here. Was that you or an angel, who just dried my tears? Your spirit warms me in the cold, winter air. I know you're beside me, even though you're not "here".- Ellen M. DuBois

Love and comfort to you,

Ellen


Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. I've also been published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
I love it!

Are they debating about Dr. Suess on TV?

by Ellen DuBois on 09/29/17



I cannot believe it.
I cannot conceive it.
Are they debating about
Dr. Suess on TV?
They say he's a racist
and not a good person.
My God, is there anything
on which we agree?
What did it to to my poor little head
as I read Dr. Suess when I went to bed?
Was I ruined for life
because of his books?
Did I turn out so bad-
like a thief or a crook?
Melania tried to give out some books-
and she was treated like a thief and a crook!
There are places in trouble
with no power, no food!
We must gather together
for human kind's good!
So why do they accuse Dr. Suess on TV,
of being a racist to the Nth degree?
Aren't there more important
things to discuss?
Like earthquakes, hurricanes,
those left in the dust?
But a book, many books,
are at the core of the news.
I simply don't get it
and I'm not amused.
Are we such a narrow-minded society,
that we argue about Dr. Suess on TV?
It's almost laughable, but sickened, I am.
I think I will go eat some GREEN EGGS AND HAM!

Ellen M. DuBois
9-29-2017

Wrote a prayer. #PrayersForFlorida #PrayersforTexas #Prayers

by Ellen DuBois on 09/09/17



Dear God, Hear our prayers for those affected by hurricanes, wildfires, earthquakes- all natural disasters. God bless all people and animals who have been hurt, displaced, are afraid and who have lost so much. May the angels watch over and keep safe all beings who are in the path of these natural disasters. Please protect those who are aiding in rescue and clean up efforts. Help us join together as one to assist all who are in need to the best of our ability. Amen.
Ellen M. DuBois


Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. I've also been published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
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I Survived Childhood Without a Cell Phone (and liked it!)

by Ellen DuBois on 08/03/17



I am so glad I was born at a time when technology didn't rule my life. I played outside when the weather was good, and used my imagination inside when the weather was bad. Yes, I watched TV and there were some pretty good shows on. But, I also used my God-given imagination and with the help of books, Barbie dolls, HotWheels, listening to and playing music, I had a great time- a great childhood. If I wanted to see a friend, I walked to their house, knocked on the door and asked if "so and so" could come out and play. If I wanted to play a game, I interacted with my sisters and/or some friends. We talked. We laughed! If I wanted to share something with a girlfriend, we talked face to face either outside, sitting in one of our bedrooms or on the phone, (the one with a cord attached to it and mounted onto a wall). Oh, and when that same phone rang at dinner time, we weren't allowed to talk. It was dinner time and my sisters and I were expected to eat at the table, as a family. We communicated, listened, sometimes shared a laugh and had to clean our plates because poor people were starving and the thought of wasting food was a sin. (Admittedly, I often snuck pieces of what I didn't like under the table for the dog to enjoy.) When I rode my bike for the first time without training wheels, I smashed into a neighbor's car and they didn't sue us. When my mother wanted me to come home for dinner, I heard her voice because she had to yell for me, not call or text me. Oh, and I ran. I respected that call to come in. My girlfriend and I put on shows, dressed up in my mother's clothes, and that was entertainment! I knew the pure joy of playing in the rain in the summer, (provided there wasn't any thunder and lightening), and building snow forts in the winter until my mother called us in because before we turned blue from the cold. I explored the woods behind our house in the spring and marveled at the first flowers blooming in May. Scampering through the colored leaves of fall was a blast. Raking those leaves was not- but we did it. I rode my "Dill Pickle" bike and appreciated it. If I left it on its side at the base of the driveway, I was ordered to go get it and put it where it belonged. I respected what was mine and what belonged to others. I spent my childhood looking up, down, all around, seeing tall trees, the sky, the flowers. I stared at clouds as they changed shaped and caught fireflies at night. Fireworks were an amazing Fourth of July spectacle and getting a new pair of sneakers was a big deal! I even had "school clothes" and "play clothes". Why? Because I played, and played hard. The dirt and grass stains reflected that. The kids in my neighborhood didn't know what a "play date" was. We simply went outside to see who was around. Our neighbor's pool was a welcome oasis in the summertime. Snowball fights, building snowmen and watching snowflakes fall underneath the streetlight captivated me and made me smile. When my friends and sisters were busy, I found ways to entertain myself and grow. I did my homework, practiced the organ and piano, read books, sang to my parent's 45's and 33's in the "playroom" for hours. It was a real treat when I got to stay up past my bedtime when a special was on TV. When our neighbor's got Atari, Pac-Man, Asteroids, Donkey Kong, Centipede, Pole Position and Mario Brothers were like a whole new world to me! I loved playing those games. But, there was a limit and I had to go home eventually. Those games were a treat and so much fun, but they weren't something I did every day. They weren't a way of life. Nope. I grew up playing hop scotch, scatter, tag, hide and seek, riding my bike, exploring the woods, walking to the store, going to the playground, picking up after myself, doing dishes, being with my family and so much more. I saw things some would consider simple, like rainbows, frogs, tadpoles, planes flying overhead, birds and countless other things through the eyes of a child who only knew how to look up and around, instead of constantly down at a tiny screen. And you know what? I'm so, so glad those are my childhood memories. - Ellen DuBois



Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. I've also been published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
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Racing Heart. The Beginning.

by Ellen DuBois on 07/29/17

The black Frieghtliner started up in the driveway at 6:54 a.m. Chelle's eyes were still stinging from waking up so early, (she didn't get to sleep until after 1). Dennis, her fiance, wanted to get an early start to the New England Dragway. Racing was his passion and although she wanted him to follow it, it wasn't hers.

He always asked her to go with him and she did for his "maiden voyage". She watched from the hot, metal bleachers and took pictures of him speeding down the quarter mile in his new, black and red COPO Camaro. Chelle wanted to show her support, but after a day of wearing earplugs and baking in the hot, June sun, she knew this wasn't her "thing". She did enjoy taking pictures of him speeding down the track, (she loved her Nikon). She also liked how happy Dennis was, which she hadn't seen in some time. There was something different about his smile, his focus. He was in his element and fully present. Chelle knew whether she was there or not, he'd have a good time.

Dennis asked her to find some stack car haulers with living quarters online. That way, she and their dog Buster could come along and stay comfortable. She found a few that seemed worth looking at, but he was so busy they hadn't gotten one yet.

So, he went racing and she did whatever. Sometimes she took advantage of her time and relaxed, watching Netflix with Buster. Other times she wrote, or visited her music teaching studio to clean, return phone calls and get the place looking the best she could. There were days she found herself puttering around the yard, deadheading the yellow daisies and watching tiny hummingbirds sip from her feeder- camera in hand waiting for a great shot. She went food shopping, which she found incredibly boring but easier than doing it after work. Her father lived about ten minutes away and Chelle often dropped by to say hello. Although she missed her mother, she found comfort in being with her dad in the town and the house she grew up in.

At almost 70 years young, Dennis's desire to race resurfaced to the point of obsession and he was charging ahead, full throttle, toward earning enough points for a chance to compete in the next national event. That meant making the 2 hour trip to New Hampshire on Wednesdays for "Test and Tune", his favorite day to race. He sometimes went on Saturdays to make some additional passes, but he couldn't get as many in because there were so many classes and cars running. That's why he preferred Wednesdays. Nobody got in his way. He didn't make Test and Tune this week because his back pain was through the roof. That said a lot because nothing short of crippling pain would ever prevent him from living his dream- winning.

She listened to the distinguishable purr of the diesel engine in the driveway- a sound that had become familiar to her since Dennis brought the truck home from Texas to Massachusetts earlier that year. The ride was hell. He was sick with some sort of bug and did most of the driving. His best friend was with him, but couldn't see well enough at night to drive. So again, despite the odds, Dennis drove the twenty-one hours home to Massachusetts, unable to even eat because his stomach was such a mess.

His will amazed Chelle.

The truck was huge, tall, shiny and black- larger than any "pick up" truck she'd ever seen. It was a monster, more than capable of hauling just a racecar trailer. It could certainly handle a larger one.

This time, Dennis was taking someone with him to the track- a nice, young guy named Ed who was really into racing and also a mechanic. To Dennis, it was the best of both worlds. Chelle felt better knowing Dennis wouldn't be going it alone...again. She didn't know how much more his back could take. Ed seemed to be a great kid, somewhere in his twenties she guessed, with a passion for cars, racing and speed. Dennis would be a fantastic mentor for him, too. Back in his younger days he pulled wrenches for a living and was known as one of the best mechanics around. Although he'd long since sold his garage, he still worked on his own cars and just about anything else that required fixing.

Nothing, not even a back filled with cortisone injections, would stop Dennis from reaching for his goals. Nobody, either.

As the truck pulled out of the driveway at 7:03 am, Chelle watched it move slowly around the bend in front of their house. As it pulled out of sight, she asked God to keep them both safe.

Ellen DuBois is the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. She's been published by Blue Mountain Arts, and is a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, she's known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
and loves it.


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Back Pain? Relief for Women and Men With One Surpising Stretch!

by Ellen DuBois on 07/15/17

Back pain affects millions of people in the United States alone. It can affect everyone, no matter what shape you're in, how active or inactive you are and no matter what your age. I've seen it limit the lives of friends and family members. I've also felt back pain myself.

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What is the Best Age to Begin Piano Lessons?

by Ellen DuBois on 06/24/17



I've had many inquiries as to when a child can begin piano lessons. I want to give you my answer based on personal experience and what I've seen over the ten years I've been instructing piano to kids.

There will likely be different answers to this question, depending on the the piano teacher you're asking. As for me a child is typically ready to begin piano lessons by age 5 to 5 and 1/2.

Now, when I teach a five-year-old, I find they are ready to learn the basic concepts of music and of the keys, (high and low sounds and where they're found on a keyboard), note counting, finger numbers for playing songs, recognizing black key patterns of two and three keys, finding middle C and beginning to play songs on the black keys first, then the white. They also begin learning by finger number, and then by the note name and where it is on the keyboard. They are also introduced to the music staff, both bass and treble clef and finally the grand staff, (bass and treble together with the right and left hand playing/reading). Many times, I have to remind them which hand is right and/or left. (Different color highlighters on their music helps and wearing different color bracelets on each wrist helps, too.) Keeping their attention can be a bit of a challenge. Keep in mind, kids are all unique, just like us grown ups. My piano students all learn differently and at their own pace. They have good days and not-so-good days. I gladly adjust and adapt to my student's individual needs. In short, a child who is in kindergarten can certainly start learning how to play the piano, it's just flows better once they're able to read.

What's the big deal about reading and music lessons? A big, and I mean BIG change happens once a child learns to read. Even if it's somewhat limited, I've seen the way my students process learning change...as if a light switch has been turned on. It's magical! When a student learns to read, they actively participate in reading out of their music lesson books, most of which have fun stories and cartoon characters that go along with each piece. Reading reinforces what my students are learning, especially when they read what's in their music book aloud. They have fun doing this and I love when that "light bulb" moment happens! A deeper understanding of the principles of music begins to take shape. I've found a new level of excitement and understanding in my students about reading music and playing the piano when they can read. That's typically around the age of 6 and in most cases, first grade.

The difference: Teaching a child who is not yet reading is much more visual. I tend to demonstrate more on the keyboard and off of it. I sometimes turn to things like musical flashcards & games when I need to change it up to keep my student's attention. I also use their music theory books, having them fill in note counts, letters, etc. They enjoy tapping out rhythms, singing, naming the notes, going over finger numbers, I love developing fun ways to enrich their experience while teaching music.

When a piano student knows how to read, I often have them read what's in the lesson book out loud . They love this and I'm right by their side to help them with any words they don't know yet. As a matter of fact, many of my young students read ahead in their books so when we turn the page, they surprise me with what they've already read! I always show them how excited I am about this and their ambition to push forward both amazes and inspires me!

Summing it up: Your child is old enough to begin piano lessons by the age of 5-5 1/2. If they can read, learning is accelerated because they have a better understanding of what's being taught in their lesson book.


Ellen DuBois is the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. She's been published by Blue Mountain Arts, and is a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, she's known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
and loves it.


Signs From the Angels In A Card From Ma

by Ellen DuBois on 06/22/17



This morning I was taking some better pictures of the necklace I hand stamped with "Mom", 1937-2015, for my Etsy listing. Although the necklace is for me, I have it in my Etsy shop as an example of what I can make for others. I moved on to cleaning out my office because it's being painted on Monday. I found a couple of things still under the bed. I reached into a bag filled with papers and cards. The very first thing I pulled out was this card. The moment I saw the very familiar writing on the envelope, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I held the card close to my heart before opening it. As I read it, the tears fell. Part grief, part gratitude. What else can I say? It was such a clear sign she is near, as are the angels.

Ellen DuBois is the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. She's been published by Blue Mountain Arts, and is a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, she's known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
and loves it.


#signsfromtheangels #amwriting #blogging #grief #missyoumom #angels #heaven

Fairy Lights and Flowers

by Ellen DuBois on 06/21/17



Fairy lights and flowers. I was tired of seeing my flower boxes empty. So, even though it's been a long day, I'm glad I stopped to pick up some flowers on my way home. I could add more, but in a way I love the simplicity of it.

Ellen DuBois is the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. She's been published by Blue Mountain Arts, and is a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, she's known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
and loves it.


#simplicity #amwriting #blogging #love

In The End, It Comes Down To...Love #grief #amwriting #blogging #love

by Ellen DuBois on 06/05/17



You know those moments when you come across a picture and it completely tears at your heart? Yeah. Just happened. But, faith gets you through it. Love pushes you forward, keeps you connected and dries the tears. The belief in a life so beautiful after this one cushions the ache of missing someone so much it physically hurts. Finally, the importance of treasuring every moment you have with your family- every, single one, is fully awakened. Do it for you. Do it for God. Do it because you may regret it if you don't. I loved my mother so much and miss her equally as much. Thank God she knew how much she was loved by my whole family. And we knew she loved us. In the end, it all comes down to... LOVE.

Ellen DuBois is the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. She's been published by Blue Mountain Arts, and is a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, she's known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
and loves it.


#grief #amwriting #blogging #love

Senseless Killings by Monsters has GOT to Stop. Attack at Ariana Grande Concert in UK

by Ellen DuBois on 05/22/17

My condolences, thoughts and prayers to those hurt and killed in England at the Manchester Arena. 19 souls were lost. 50 are hurt. Many children were there with their families. Dear God. This act of what is believed to be cold blooded terrorism happened at an Ariana Grande concert in the UK. I pray for all those affected by this horrible attack. I pray for the whole world. These senseless killings by monsters has GOT to stop. Dear God help us. May we gather our strength and light from you to overpower the evil of terrorism.

Ellen M. DuBois

Ellen DuBois is the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. She's also been published with Blue Mountain Arts, and is a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, She's also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond.

Mother's Day: A Note To all those Dads Out There Who Are Widowers

by Ellen DuBois on 05/14/17



Just a note.

To all those Dads out there who are widowers: I am so sorry for your loss. I know Mother's Day wasn't easy for you, either. I was with my dad today and he's got three daughters who love him very much. I watched him play the same organ in the same church his wife played in for over 25 years because it means so much to him that he continue carrying the torch...for her. I saw his fingers touch the same keys his wife, his best friend for over 54 years did.

My mother was his greatest love, the mother of his children and partner on this journey called life.

He sees us missing our mother and we see him missing his wife. We all try to be strong for each other. We treasure our memories of her and take comfort in every second we are blessed to still have each other on this earth.

We do the best we can.

I know my father felt both gratitude and heartache on this Mother's Day. So, to all fathers out there who are missing the special woman you loved and the one your children called "Mom", my thoughts and prayers are with you.

Ellen DuBois

Ellen DuBois is the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. She's been published by Blue Mountain Arts, and is a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, she's known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
and loves it.

#bereavedmothersday Bereaved Mothers, You are Remembered

by Ellen DuBois on 05/07/17



#bereavedmothersday from my heart to yours. Love and God Bless you, Ellen

Ellen DuBois is the host of Miscarriagehelp.com, a miscarriage survivor, and author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery. If you or someone you love has suffered a miscarriage, please know you're not alone. Connect with people who understand.

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Answered Prayers: Opening My Own Music Studio Amidst The Chaos

by Ellen DuBois on 02/10/17


Pictured above: A tour of my new music studio.

At the beginning of December, 2016, I found out the music studio where I taught piano was closing on December 23rd. I felt a myriad of emotions: surprised, not-so-surprised, numb and a sense of floundering. What was I going to do?

Those thoughts were soon replaced by ones of even deeper concern on December 17th, when my father took a fall and ended up in the hospital.

Oh, and Christmas was coming.

Before my father's fall and subsequent hip and femur replacement, I knew I had to come up with a plan, or a place, to continue teaching. There was the option of going to another studio, but I knew it wasn't right for me. If I had to teach out of my home, at least temporarily, I would. However, it would be difficult with the dog barking through each lesson. I thought about teaching on the road, like my mother did years ago, but it didn't seem practical. How could I fit all my students in with the added commute?

Fast forward. I finished out my teaching days at the music studio, spent a great deal of time at the hospital with my father (from the 17th on), wrapped up my Christmas shopping, had feelers out there for a new and affordable place and prayed, prayed, prayed. I honestly didn't know how I'd find and set up a teaching studio by the time Christmas vacation was over for my students. I only knew I had to. I promised them and myself there wouldn't be a gap between their vacation ending and piano lessons resuming.

My fiance's very good friend, (a great guy), knew someone who would provide me the space. And...I could afford it. Dear God, was this real? It felt like a miracle. I believe it was. Divine intervention, if you will.

In a two week time frame my fiance, his friend, another friend and my nephew all transformed what was a space filled with old equipment, office furniture, papers, dust, dirt, you name it, into the music studio I have today. Of course I helped, too. But the heavy duty "stuff" wasn't done by me. The credit goes to them and most importantly, to God. He answered my prayers in a most wonderful, unexpected way. I have more space than I ever thought possible and with that comes so much possibility!

So, thank you to God, my fiance, his friend Kenny, Bob, my nephew Lou. Thanks to the wonderful man who provided the space and to his beautiful wife. Thanks to the people who have the space on the second floor for being so kind, helpful and welcoming. Wow. Just thinking about it fills me up.

On January 3, 2017, two years to the day since my mother's passing, I taught my first students in my new location. I had what I needed: a space, a piano, my students and me. It was important to teach on the anniversary of my mother's passing because she was such an incredible teacher herself, at the same music studio. I know she would have wanted me to continue on. With her regular nudging from Heaven, I found the will, the drive and the strength to get it done. When my father is ready, there is a piano and a room waiting for him to teach in.

So, when life seems overwhelming, hold on to your faith and your vision. There were times I felt so lost and worried. But, it all worked out and now I see so many opportunities for growth. I envision many more kids taking music lessons and having more teachers available to provide them. I want to reach out and help children who want lessons but may not be able to afford them to get them. There's so much I want to do and will do, in time.

Does it mean working towards making it happen? Yes. Does it mean people will come into my life that I never expected to and help make some dreams come true? Yes. Thank God for that and I plan on being that unexpected person for someone else who needs a helping hand. It all comes full circle. Prayers get answered.

 


Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of MiscarriageHelp.com. I've also been published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
I love it!

 

 

Ellen DuBois is the host of Host of MiscarriageHelp.com, Creator of Hope Angel Bracelets and Piano teacher/Proprietor at Rhapsody Music Lessons in Easton, Massachusetts.



This is a wonderful CD. It is by Al and Marlane DuBois, (my parents). If you love piano music, both original pieces and those you already know and love, you will enjoy "It's About Piano, It's About Time! . Listen to the samples. This makes a great gift for anyone who loves quality, beautiful piano music. Perfect for adding ambiance to dinner parties and more. Some of the pieces are perfect for meditation, too.




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