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National Angel Day! Finding an angel doll on a clothing donation dumpster gave me hope when I needed it most.

by Ellen DuBois on 08/22/16

Inspiration for Story: Finding an angel doll on a clothing donation dumpster gave me hope when I needed it most.



When both my grandmother and my fiance's mother were in the hospital, I spent the days going from one rehab to another. I was operating on very little sleep and Christmas was approaching. While out doing errands, I had a bag of clothes to drop off in a donation bin. As I pulled into the parking lot, my eyes were filled with tears. I didn't know how much more I could take. I broke down and asked God for help. I asked the angels to give me the strength I needed. I didn't want to lose my Nana or my fiance's mother. I had loads to do before Christmas and I was spent. As I lugged the heavy bag of clothes from my trunk and carried it to the dumpster, I noticed something on top of the handle. It was the cutest stuffed angel doll--made with patchwork wings, a smiling face, yarn hair and a dress. I couldn't believe it. Who would leave such an adorable angel on a dumpster? Why? I gently took her from the handle, opened the bin and donated my clothes. After getting into my warm car, I placed the angel doll on the passenger seat. Then, it hit me. I got my sign from the angels. I felt a warmth inside and smiled as I felt the love and support I needed. The angels carried me through, and I still have the doll they left for me to find. I'll never let her go. That day led to this story being published in a book, (a longer version), to starting Hope Angel Bracelets several years later, and to a constant feeling of love and support from the angels.




Story published on Fire Mountain Gems.


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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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Just the Moon, God and Me

by Ellen DuBois on 08/19/16



 

I couldn't sleep Thursday night. I don't know why I felt restless. It could have been the thoughts having a party in my head.

Anyway, I was up and it was late.

On the couch with the dog between my fiance and me, I thought going to bed made sense. It was almost 2 a.m. Waking Cooper, (my dog), from his wonderfully deep slumber, he followed me with groggy steps to go out and pee.

The light the moon cast upon the stone driveway was amazing. There was hardly a need to turn on the outside lights. While Cooper finished up his "business", I felt compelled to run upstairs and grab my camera.

I brought Cooper in and that's exactly what I did.

Remembering to turn off the bright lights when I went out for the second time, I hoped to capture at least one clear shot of the moon. The air was heavy with humidity. It felt tropical. Bullfrogs croaking to their own rhythm was all I heard. The air was extremely still. There were no signs of deer walking the wooded path to my right. Maybe the deer aren't up this late, I thought. The crickets must have been asleep, too. There was nothing except the moon, God and me.

I ventured to the end of the long, semi-circle stone driveway. Because of the towering pines, the light of the moon was blocked just enough to make things a bit scary.

God, please protect me, I silently prayed, just in case there was anything or anyone out there...

After clearing the towering pines, I stood in the bright light of the moon. It cut through the August haze and I took it all in. Bathed in moonlight, I pointed my camera, tried to keep steady, and took a few pictures.

I made my way back to the house feeling cleansed by the moonlight and grateful to have gotten a few pictures.

Spending time with the moon, God and myself was worth staying up for. Maybe that's why I couldn't sleep. I wasn't supposed to.


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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Small Joys In A Big World

by Ellen DuBois on 08/02/16



In all of our lives, we go through times filled with calm and times filled with strife. Sometimes, we feel things are going our way. We breeze through the day with a smile on our face and a spring in our step.

Then, there are times we feel overwhelmed, buried in despair. We wonder when we'll feel like "our old self" again? It can be a scary place. I've been there. We all have.

What I've learned is by appreciating the small joys each day has to offer, I am better carried through the hard times and appreciate the good times more. By taking note of and alllowing myself to be permeated by the beauty of life, I am better able to cope when times get rough. In being aware of the often unseen joys each day hands to me, I've become a more aware person. This awareness has made me into a happier, more grateful person. I believe this has become the foundation I've placed my feet on and in doing so, I'm better able to keep standing when life throws me an unexpected curve ball.

And it does. Doesn't it?

Small joys in a big world = something much larger.

There's more I could easily add to this list, but for the sake of brevity, here are ten of my small joys in a big world:

1. Faith.  Each morning I get up and thank God for the day. It's become more than a "routine". It's part of who I am. It's the fuel that starts my day.

2. Seeing Beauty. Not only seeing, but taking in the beauty nature offers. I allow whatever I'm seeing to reach inside of me. I can't help but smile and feel a calmness sweep through me. This small joy helps.

3. Smile. Smiling at people...just because. Why not? I feel better when I smile at someone and even if they don't smile back, I stay true to myself. Who knows? Maybe I made a positive difference in someone's day.

4. Acts of Kindness. Holding the door. It feels great when someone holds the door for me. I love how I feel when I hold the door for someone else. Yes, it sounds small. But, it's not. Any random act of kindness is good for all.

5. Gratitude. Thanking God for everything as I go throughout my day. Was I spared an accident by the car that just cut me off? Thank you, God. Did the flowers I've been watering suddenly start thriving? Thank you, God. Did I just see a gorgeous, vibrant sunset? Thank you, God. I think you get the picture. It works for me.

6. Counting Blessings. Finding a "lucky penny" and not being afraid to pick it up. I don't care what it looks like to others if I stoop down to pick up a penny! I'm not doing any harm to anyone. I look at a "lucky penny" as a blessing. Hey, it was there and I saw it. (Awareness) Why not pick it up and count my blessings? It's not so much the penny. It's about finding a small joy in a big world and being thankful for it.

7. Love and be Loved.  Loving andfFeeling the love for my family and friends, allowing it to fill my heart and being thankful for it. God knows, we're not on this earth forever. After my mother passed away a year and a half ago, that message was driven home with great force. For a while, I felt like I couldn't breathe. But, I did keep breathing. So did my father, my sisters and those who were touched by my mother's life. I treasure any time spent with my entire family: my father, sisters, nieces, nephews, my fiance, my friends, my dog, (yes, my dog!)- with everyone.

8. Our Connection.  I believe there's a cord that connects me to God, to the angels, to my mother in Heaven, (the other side), and to everyone and everything on this planet. It's just how I roll and I'm thankful for it. In being aware of that cord, I am more aware of others and our global conscio-US-ness.

9. Appreciation.  Appreciating anthing that makes me laugh, smile or feel good in general. When my dog does something silly, gives me a look, wants to play or snuggles up beside me, I am grateful. My heart fills with happiness. It does me good. When one of my piano students makes me smile, makes me a card, has a great lesson, I am grateful for the entire experience. When my best friend makes me see things more clearly or we share a laugh, I know I'm blessed. If my guy says or does something unexpectedly sweet, I am appreciative and feel appreciated. Oh, there's more. There are things in every day life that make me sad. Appreciating the good lifts me up.

10. Prayer. Thanking God every night for the day, praying for blessings for everyone, asking that those who are hungry, cold, hurting in any way are helped and telling my mother, as I do a thousand times a day, I love her- is what I do when I go to bed. I pray in my own way. It's all good. I think prayer is as individual as we are, yet it connects us.

Being thankful, being aware of the small joys in a big world, helps keep the scales balanced and simply makes me a happier person.

So, I guess the small joys in a big world add up to something much larger to me. They build a solid foundation I stand upon when the world often feels like my feet are on shifting sand.


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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A Short Tale of Two Hummingbirds

by Ellen DuBois on 07/20/16



I now have two little hummingbirds visiting me. The first, who I named "Little Friend", is beautiful and has much less color than my new guest, "Little Red". I thought there'd be trouble when I saw Little Friend dive bomb Little Red out of the air and away from the feeder- right in front of me! You could hear the "thud" and I was shocked! I prayed neither one was hurt. However, they now seem to coexist, each taking separate turns at the feeder. Hopefully, they will make amends and both enjoy a sweet drink at the same time. My BFF told me the one with the vibrant, red color around his neck is the male. Love them both and they make me smile.

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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Rant: I think that there are millions and millions of us who get along.

by Ellen DuBois on 07/17/16



"I never thought of myself or the people I interact with on a daily basis, whether they're people I'm meeting for the first time or whether they're people I know- if our skin colors are different, it's not anything I'm consciously aware of.

I guess I'm aware of it right now, as I sit here talking to you, because of everything that is being literally, jammed down my throat on the news.

I know there are some awful, tragic stories that do need to be told. But, I'm here to tell you that every day there are positive, wonderful, perfectly natural, great stories to be told- that need to be told, that need to be shared because if people don't start sharing the good things, (and you might not have even thought of them as being particularly good, because they're normal to you, right)... Like myself, this whole day today, so far, in terms of interacting with all different people - seeing right beyond skin color. It's another human being we're talking about here. They're looking at me as another human being- at least that's what's reflected in their actions towards me and in their attitude towards me and mine towards them.

If we don't start talking about this part of the world, of society, this acceptance that so many of us have, we're going to lose perspective.

You know, a few years ago, I wouldn't have thought to sit here in my car after leaving Macy's and even talk about this. It wouldn't have entered my mind because I didn't feel like it had to. It was not part of my consciousness- it didn't need to be.

Now, all of a sudden I'm sitting here and it's part of my narrative. This observation I made about, "Wow. I'm not having any struggles or difficulties and I feel terrible for the people who are but...

I think that there are millions and millions of us who get along. We do. We're different. We have different skin colors, different beliefs and diverse cultures and everything...but we get along and we always have.

So, I'm here to represent those of you, who like me, who weren't looking at people and going "Oh, wow...that person's black or I'm white or they're Asian or they're Indian or...whatever. You were just going along living your life and it didn't enter your mind because you accept everybody for who they are no matter what their color and they accept you.

And I just feel the need to say it's still happening in the United States of America. There are still millions of us who drive to the mall or wherever we're going and don't even give a thought to color. We all get along. We all go home, continue on with our day. We wake up the next day-  and do it all over again.

So, I guess that's my rant. Thanks for listening. God Bless America."


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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Pets. The Best "Anti-Stress" Medicine Going

by Ellen DuBois on 07/15/16

(This is a repost.)



"The best anti-stress, anti-anxiety-make-you-smile-medicine...ever."- Ellen & Cooper the Rescue Dog.



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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Welcome to The Positive Light

by Ellen DuBois on 07/11/16



I have this saying right above my computer. It helps!



 

Hello and welcome to The Positive Light!

Well, it's time for a blog overhaul and this is it.

I was talking to my friend today and we discussed how scary and overwhelming the news is. It's become easy to fall victim to the negativity, (a word you won't find me using much here), because we're surrounded by it.

After we hung up, I started thinking. I've always wanted to create a paper filled with good news, i.e., inspiring human interest stories, blurbs that make you smile, an amazing tale about a pet, (pardone the pun), and so much more! We are surround by good news and people, places and things that are wonderful.

Trouble is, we don't hear enough about them- especially now. And you know what? Now's when we need it most.

So, along with my blog getting a new name and feel, I also created an online newspaper called, you guessed it, The Positive Light. Here's my note from the editor, (yours truly):

"We are barraged with negative headlines via the Internet, TV, newpapers, radio and just about any other medium you can think of. There is so much good in the world! Yes, there is great news, inspiring stories and ordinary people doing extraordinary things all around us. You may be shaking your head in disagreement. Maybe you want to believe me but are struggling with it. That's because we're all surrounded by what the media brings to light- and The Positive Light is one small way to change what you read, see and subsequently feel for the better. I hope you enjoy reading The Positive Light. I invite you to allow it to balance out the scales of what you see, hear, read and feel- maybe even restore some of your faith in humanity. We're worth it. - Ellen M. DuBois"

Sound good? If it does, I invite you to subscribe (for free) to The Positive Light.

Let's spread some positive vibes and create some balance!

Peace, and thanks for stopping by- Ellen

Oh, and remember, "Some days there won't be a song in your heart. Sing anyway."

Click here to subscribe to The Positive Light

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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Explore Your DNA Today

by Ellen DuBois on 07/10/16



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I've seen the TV commercials for 23andme and have to admit, they've got me curious about my DNA.

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Closure or "Necessary Acceptance"?

by Ellen DuBois on 07/03/16



My father and I were taking last week and he told me about a radio show he listened to on WBUR, (out of Boston). He didn't remember the guest doctor's name, but I believe she was a doctor and grief counselor. (I couldn't find the show on BUR to listen to it myself, but I'd like to.)

Given that my father lost his wife and best friend of 54 years about a year and a half ago, I'm sure the show resonated with him. He said as much. It would have with me, too. My father's wife and best friend was also my mother and quite honestly, I'm still adjusting to a world where the sand feels like it's constantly shifting beneath my feet.

I felt the very same way after I miscarried and it lasted for years.

A few minutes into our conversation he brought up what he thought was a very interesting point the doctor made. It was about closure and how it was a word she (the doctor/guest) wished she could strike from the dictionary.

At first, I was a little surprised. Not shocked, but surprised.

Many of the women who make comments or write to me on miscarriagehelp.com long for closure. I felt the same way after my miscarriage.

After listening to my father expound on what he derived from the show, I thought about it some more.

I'm still thinking about it. Everything I've ever thought about closure and how it applies to grief has been rocked, if you will.

So many of us look for closure. It's something we feel will help us as we grieve. The thing is, is there really any closure when you lose someone you love?

Could we be chasing an elusive butterfly?

I thought closure was so important after I miscarried because I didn't have any. I've also said to many of my visitors at miscarriagehelp.com: If you knew why you miscarried, would you feel any better? Would it change anything? I know it wouldn't have for me. In other words, knowing the "why" wouldn't have brought back the baby I lost or lessened the pain I felt. It was palpable. 

If my mother's wake and funeral were considered "closure" it didn't lessen the pain. It didn't help me cope with losing her. I don't miss her any less nor do any other members of my family. Did my mother's wake and funeral provide any "closure" for me? No. It was a way to say goodbye. It was out of love and respect for my mother's life that we had these things. It was a way for family and friends to gather, offer support, show love.

None of us wanted to say goodbye. We were blessed to have people there to help us through the most painful experience we, as a family and as individuals, were experiencing.

I never got the chance to formally say goodbye, surrounded by family and friends, after I miscarried at four months. I longed for the "closure" I thought a proper burial or some sort of ceremony would bring.

I thought it would help, this thing called "closure". But, a year plus after losing my mother, I see the world differently.  No wake or funeral brought me closure. It was a respectful way to honor a life very well lived, surrounded by family and friends who cared about us and my mother.

I believe the doctor my father listened to said, (with regard to closure), ...people are looking for something that simply isn't there.

I'm paraphrasing...but could that be true?

I'm acutely aware that grief is grief and it hurts. No amount of closure can change that. I wasn't looking for closure when my mother died. I went through the motions of a wake and funeral with the rest of my family, somewhat numb to everything as a sort of protection mechanism.

When someone you love dies, be it your mother, a friend, a spouse, the baby you loved and lost to miscarriage, you grieve, hurt and try to get through each day. We trudge through the muck and each of us does the best we can. Some days are easier than others. There are moments we feel we've conquered or overcome the worst of it, only to find ourselves feeling like we've taken three steps back on a bad day.

I don't think any amount of "closure" can help with that.

Again, I didn't have any closure when I lost my baby to miscarriage all those years ago. When my mother passed away a year and a half ago, the wake and funeral didn't feel like closure to me. My faith carried me, often times being the only light I could see. My faith still carries me.

While I think having a funeral or a celebration of life gives us a way to honor the one we've loved, I also know there's no bandaid for grief. We have to go through it. I think it may help to have what we call "closure" (a wake and/or funeral), but it certainly does not change the way we grieve or the depths of our grief.

When it comes to grief and closure I have to ask:

Does closure really exist?

To that end all I can say is my faith carried me though the days, months and years of grieving and healing after my miscarriage and that same faith is carrying me now after the loss of my mother. Just as I learned to put one foot in front of the other while living a "new normal" after my miscarriage, I am doing the same thing after losing my mother. 

There has been a "necessary acceptance", but I wouldn't use the word closure. That implies something is finished. I don't think love ever is.


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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Writing to Heal

by Ellen DuBois on 06/21/16



If you've recently suffered a miscarriage, you probably can't wrap your head around writing right now. I know after my miscarriage many years ago, writing was something I didn't give any thought to. I was too consumed by grief and exhausted. The days were a struggle to get through. "Pretending" to be okay when it was time to return to work left me feeling like a wet rag.

There was nothing left to put into words.

Time passed. I was functioning better, at least on the outside. Inside, well, that was a different story. I battled with feelings of jealousy over women who were pregnant. I cried when I passed the baby isle. Hearing about a friend who was pregnant felt like a knife in my gut, but I smiled and tried to celebrate their joy.

All the "trying" landed me in a place where I was so emotionally spent I didn't know who I was anymore. I guess I defined myself as the one who "tried" to get through her day. That's where all my energy went.

Until I started writing.

Although I was exhausted from trying so hard to "be normal", I had so many feelings I stuffed into the back of my mind. I didn't want to deal with them because I was afraid I'd fall apart. There were times I did, so I knew how little it took for the floodgates to burst- and that was exhausting, too.

I see now that letting it out was healthier. Keeping everything bottled up inside didn't help me. It hurt. Things got so bad I ended up with a pneumonia on the Fourth of July.

I digress. My miscarriage was in 1991. In '92 my husband and I bought our first house. By 1994, my husband and I split.

I was still grieving the loss of our baby and then the loss of my marriage. But, I worked, went to a counselor, tried to move forward while battling massive anxiety attacks...I tried. There's that word again- tried.  Life was such an effort I felt I had to write to keep my sanity.

Writing can be so freeing. I wrote songs, poems, music, and eventually I Never Held You, my book bout miscarriage, grief, healing & recovery. I actually wrote another book before that. It was fiction and it's pretty clear it was my first book. But, I got it done and published. That alone was therapeutic, (and no matter what, still an accomplishment). The story was pretty good- certainly not a masterpiece. Although it was fiction, I see how Jackie's Heart reflected my own hopes for a happy outcome despite a truckload of angst.

I am convinced writing helps heal. It helps heal yourself and may very well help someone else. Keeping everything inside is like shaking a champagne bottle- it's going to burst. Whether you write in a journal, blog, keep a notebook by the bed, record your feelings and write them down later or write what may become a book, it's all good. Releasing your feelings through writing leaves room inside to heal. You never know- the road you've walked and lessons you've learned could be the life preserver someone out there is desperately searching for.

(I'm going through this again a year and a half after losing my mother, along with a few other things I've been struggling with. I can feel myself getting closer to the words spilling out as they have before. I'll write. I'll heal.)

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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No Words

by Ellen DuBois on 06/13/16



While sitting at my computer my stomach flipped. Like a random bolt of lightening, an overwhelming urge to call my mother struck.

The reality of her being gone, at least from this world, leaves me with feelings I can't put into words. I've never been able to.

All I can tell you is that my world is different. I'll admit to you that I whisper "I love you" to my mother every night and again in the morning. It's not always a whisper. Sometimes, I just say it out loud, not caring if anyone hears me- except for her.

I will say, unapologetically, I have a small Christmas tree up for her. The lights are for her. She was a light in my life and this tree, which I now call an angel tree, is my way of coping. It's my way of saying "Your light will never stop shining, Mom".

This is how I try to deal with losing my mother. It's how I try to make getting through life without her more tolerable, doable, manageable.

My faith, family and friends make life without my mother possible. They provide me the comfort I seek. They make life without her physically here more bearable.

But, when that random bolt of lightening strikes and I catch myself reaching for the phone to call her, there are no words.

 

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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Reflections: Simple

by Ellen DuBois on 06/09/16



"It's the simple things that bring the most joy."- 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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Reflections: Cereal

by Ellen DuBois on 06/08/16



I remember when life felt like an unopened box of cereal.

I couldn't wait to dive in and find the prize.- Ellen DuBois 2016

 

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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A Virtual Tour Of The Island Inn, Martha's Vineyard

by Ellen DuBois on 06/08/16





They say a picture is worth a thousand words. So, how about a 360 degree virtual tour of the Island Inn? Click here for a virtual tour of the Island Inn!

The Island Inn is a 51-room condominium hotel, tennis and conference center located in beautiful Oak Bluffs, MA.

Our stay was wonderful. From our comfortable, clean townhouse to being just steps from Joseph Silvia State Beach and a short bike ride or drive to the historic, colorful gingerbread houses in Edgartown, I loved it.

Actually, I can't wait to go back. There's something about Martha's Vineyard that gets into your system and calls you back. Back to a place where beautiful beaches abound and quaint streets lined with unique boutiques welcome you. Back to the ocean breeze and a certain feeling only being "on island" can give.

After a day of exploring lighthouses, beaches, shops, resteraunts, dipping my toes in the water, collecting seashells, catching beautiful sunsets and taking pictures, the Island Inn and the wonderful staff always welcomed us back from our fun-filled day.

I've taken pictures of the Island Inn before, but I think the virtual tour is amazing. Experience the Island Inn with a virtual tour and you'll see why it's the perfect place to book your vacation on Martha's Vineyard.

I can hear Martha's Vineyard calling.

Ellen M. DuBois

Ellen DuBois is the #author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery. She's also 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.  She's also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond. She has several #blogs and loves #MarthasVineyard.

"When You Flew"

by Ellen DuBois on 05/30/16



Thinking of you all today, Memorial Day, and every day.

On this day, we remember and honor those who serve and who have served our country - past, present and future.

It is also a day we remember those we love who are no longer with us. We place flowers on graves. We place flags on the graves of those who served our country. We have parades and gatherings to honor those who fought and are still fighting for this great country. We gather and we remember.

Yes, we remember- everybody. We remember all we love and miss. People who touched our hearts. We feel a connection to family members, friends, veterans and to the precious babies who left us with aching arms and hearts.

My thoughts and prayers are with all of you who are remembering loved ones today.

"When you flew, part of me did, too. I will always be- connected to you."

God Bless,

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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Captivated by Gingerbread Houses

by Ellen DuBois on 05/27/16


Photo Credits: Ellen M. DuBois, 2016


During my stay on Martha's Vineyard at the Island Inn, I knew I had to see the Gingerbread Houses. While I'm certainly no stranger to visiting these historic, colorful, somewhat magical small homes, I had to see them again.

There's something about the Gingerbread houses, located in Oak Bluffs, that draws millions of people each year. They are unique, each standing apart from the other yet forming a small community rich in diversity. The splashes of color and interesting fairy-tale-like architecture makes me feel I've stepped into a different world. In some ways, I have.  

Indeed, it's a place like no other.

If you haven't visited the Gingerbread houses, located in Oak Bluffs, (just minutes from the Island Inn), I think you'll find it's well worth the time. Make sure you take your camera, (or at the least have the battery charged on your phone.)  I think you'll want to take a few pictures to add to your scrap book and show your friends.

There are many places on this great planet that merit having a camera ready, and this is one of them.

A Bit of History (Source, Wikipedia)

"Some of the earliest visitors to the area that became Cottage City and later Oak Bluffs were Methodists, who gathered in the oak grove each summer for multi-day religious "camp meetings" held under large tents and in the open air. As families returned to the grove year after year, tents pitched on the ground gave way to tents pitched on wooden platforms and eventually to small wooden cottages. Small in scale and closely packed, the cottages grew more elaborate over time. Porches, balconies, elaborate door and window frames became common, as did complex wooden scrollwork affixed to the roof edges as decorative trim. The unique "Carpenter's Gothic" architectural style of the cottages was often accented by the owner's use of bright, multi-hue paint schemes, and gave the summer cottages a quaint, almost storybook look. Dubbed "gingerbread cottages," they became a tourist attraction in their own right in the late nineteenth century. So, too, did the Tabernacle: a circular, open-sided pavilion covered by a metal roof supported by tall wrought iron columns, erected in the late 1880s, which became a venue for services and community events. The campground's gingerbread cottages are cherished historic landmarks as well as very expensive real estate. Many are still family owned and passed on generation to generation. On April 5, 2005, the grounds and buildings in the Campground were designated a National Historic Landmark by the Secretary of the Interior."

"The "Grand Illumination" is a yearly event, usually held in August, the date of which is not always publicly disclosed. For the 2012 summer events, there was an open Cottage Tour, of the National Historical Registered homes, on Wednesday, August 8, and Grand Illumination Night on Wednesday, August 15.[5] Martha's Vineyard, Oak Bluffs and the Campground events attract many tourists. For one special night, residents of the Campground place ornate Chinese lanterns (some electric, some still lit with just a candle), around each Gingerbread Cottage. The lanterns remain dark until after dusk. At an appointed hour, people gather in the Tabernacle for a sing-along and community gathering. At the end all the lights go out and thousands of Chinese lanterns spring to life in a brilliant cascade of light throughout the campground. The celebration ends after visitors walk through the Campground enjoying the sights and sounds of an event taken straight from the start of the 20th century."

How I'd love to see the Grand Illumation. What an experience it must be. My father knows someone who lives in one of these charming, historial homes. Maybe...just maybe I'll be there one day. Wouldn't that be something?

For now, I will cherish both the memories and the pictures I've taken of the Gingerbread houses. I know there will me more to come.

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'm sending my love to Heaven this Mother's Day.

by Ellen DuBois on 05/06/16

 

As I reflect back on my miscarriage twenty five years ago, I remember the sting Mother's Day brought. I didn't want to seem selfish. I didn't want to appear wrapped up in my own sense of loss.

But, I was.

And, for the past twenty five years, I've felt the sting of losing my baby all those years ago. I've grown and I've healed. I didn't forget.

Never having a child, the emptiness on Mother's Day felt magnified to me. Not that others didn't have it worse. I counted my blessings. I still do. That's not what it's about. Being thankful for the blessings in my life doesn't mean I stopped feeling.

I'm not complaining. I'm being real and sharing a part of me that hurts. Why? Because I need to let it out and because there may be somebody out there who feels like me. Maybe it'll help to know you're not alone.

So here I am, the one who typically sees the cup as half-full sounding like I'm hosting a pity party for one. The thing is, I can do that...as long as I don't unpack my bags and stay there.

I always had my mother on Mother's Day. She was my reason for celebrating. My mother was my friend. I trusted her with my heart, my life, my everything. She inspired me, listened to me, encouraged me and loved me.

And  how I loved her. I still love her and tell her every day.

I wasn't ready to lose her just like I wasn't ready to lose my baby all those years ago.

I'm not feeling "it" this Mother's Day. What I feel are hot tears over a TV commercial having anything to do with motherhood, Mother's Day- all of it.  It has nothing to do with a lack of faith. I know my mother is fine. I believe my baby is, too.

I believe they live on.

Guess what? That doesn't mean I don't miss them. I still feel and I've struggled for a year and four months to get used to life without my mother. I've spent 25 Mother's Days missing the baby I never held but loved deeply.

I just hurt and miss...miss...miss my mother so much. And my baby. And being a mother...

This is life. Dying is part of life. Things not turning out the way you wanted them is part of life. My mother would say that living is part of life and dying is merely the next step on the journey. She wouldn't want me feeling so vacant inside. Scratch that. She doesn't want me feeling so vacant inside.

So, as Mother's Day approaches I toggle between two very different states of mind.

I miss her so much I can't even find the adequate words. I still have a special place in my heart for the baby I never knew- I always will. I take comfort in knowing they've met on the other side.

I'll try to celebrate. I'll wrap memories of my mother around me like a favorite blanket and I'll feel my little one's spirit near.

I'm sending my love to Heaven this Mother's Day.

To anyone who feels this way, or any variation of it- you're not alone. None of us are.

God Bless and comfort 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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I Am Too, An Accounting of Faith, Hope and Love

by Ellen DuBois on 04/19/16



I Am Too

Part One: An Accounting of Faith, Hope and Love

By: Alfred E. DuBois

The following is true. Names have been changed in respect of privacy. Family names are authentic.

The day was overcast and dreary as I sat alone on a bench on the north side of the village green. The green in the center of the town square was surrounded by non descript, concrete buildings devoid of any signs, neon lights or ads promoting businesses, although I was sure there were some there. With the overcast and fog they just weren't visible.

Where I was sitting was largely unpopulated, while the southern end of the green was quite crowded with men, women and children in abundance. That was fine with me. I just wanted to be alone and relax, not realizing this was not to be.

A couple approached me and the gentleman offered a courteous "Hello" which I returned. The woman spoke. "Al, are you coming to the Door and Window Festival tonight?" I was quite taken aback by how this woman I never saw before in my life knew my name and what the hell was a Door and Window Festival?

"I don't think so," said I, unknowingly encouraging her to tell me what a "Door and Window Festival" was all about.

"Oh, you should come" she said. "We do it every year. There's fun and games for the kids, lots of music, great food. I know you'll have a great time. See you there?" It was part question, part "See you there!" command.

"Maybe," I compromised. They continued on their way, leaving me alone once again.

At this point, a short, perky gentleman with a quick step was walking by my bench and said "Hi Al." I recognized him as Pat Marony, a former lector at a Catholic church I was organist at for fourteen years- about forty years ago, and returned the greeting. Pat and I had been quite friendly in those days and often had coffee and doughnuts together between Sunday masses. The only problem was Pat had died from Alzheimer's about fifteen or twenty years ago. Surely, although sharing a physical resemblance, this was clearly a case of mistaken identity.

I decided to get up and walk around the green to stretch and loosen up a bit. As I neared the crowd, a woman who looked all the world like a former neighbor, Loraine Weaver, approached me smiling.

"Al, so good to see you." She looked away for a moment, then returned to face me again. She looked totally unfamiliar- definitely was not Loraine and continued. "It'll be so good to see you two together tonight. It's been a long time."

I wondered, didn't she know my wife had died ten months ago? What was going on?

"Well, maybe one of us," I said.

She simply smiled and walked away.

One thing I should have mentioned earlier: in addition to the park benches like I was sitting on, the green was covered with picnic tables from end to end. There were far more tables than park benches, obviously in preparation for the night's festivities, but being alone, I had elected a bench.

While sitting and looking around at the people I thought for a moment I saw Marlane, my deceased wife among them. She was some distance away, not distinctly clear, but certainly resembled Marlane in appearance. I stood to get a better view but in the process lost her in the crowd.

I sat back down, disappointed at myself for thinking the impossible and noticing that while the tables at the southern end of the green were quickly filling up, the northern end was still pretty sparse. I decided to move to one of the empty tables for a change of pace.

I looked around, taking another view of the preparation for the upcoming event. I saw that it was beginning to take shape. Some food, buffet style, was being set up and the crowd was beginning to grow. I sighed, sat back, closed my eyes, reopened them looking to my right, then to my left and stopped. There, two tables away, she was sitting alone staring at me. "Hello there."

My heart was pounding. My hands were sweating. I had so many things to say. "Hi."

If you offered me a million dollars to tell you what happened next I couldn't. I know we exchanged small talk. It was pleasant, not profound or memorable. I looked around, sighed and looked back toward her, wanting to tell her so many things.

She was gone.

About this time I was approached by two men wearing official looking name tags, obviously on a mission. It turned out they wanted me to play the piano at the "Door and Window Festival" in exchange for which they would give me a free ten dollar admission ticket. I somewhat reluctantly agreed hoping another, more productive meeting with Marlane would result.

It's funny how things work. I might not be the quickest guy in the world or the brightest light on the tree, but it was finally beginning to occur to me that this entire happening, real as it seemed, was a dream. The people I was meeting, at once familiar and non familiar, were actually products of my desire to be with my wife of more than fifty four years, hold her and tell her what I should have told her more often over those years. A guilt trip that haunts me and I am sure many others who have lost a devoted partner they all think prematurely.

I was thinking about this when the two name tags showed up again. They couldn't find the piano, but wanted to give me the ticket anyway since I had offered to play it. I accepted and told them to keep looking. If they found it, I would play it.

Returning to my table, which was still unoccupied although those all the way to the middle of the green were quickly filling in, I relaxed as best I could, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I opened them quickly. Marlane was sitting two tables away again staring at me.

She had changed and was wearing one of my favorite outfits. Her red blouse was gracefully framed by a white sweater and she looked radiant. There wasn't a wrinkle anywhere on her face and looked to be in her early forties. She was smiling that infectious grin and I was angry.

Angry because I realized this was a dream, that I would awaken soon and it would all be gone. How could I tell her gently? How could I not show the anger and frustration I was feeling?

I gripped a hold of the edge of the table while rising to a standing position. This was it.

"This isn't real" I said loudly. "I am dreaming!" Almost a scream.

She had a three word reply but it wasn't to come within the dream. As I lay on my back in bed I felt her breath in my right ear and heard her voice, not loud, but clear, personal and up close. "I am too!"

The vision in the dream disappeared before I could open my eyes. I almost expected to see and feel her next to me but knew she wouldn't be.

This had been far more than a dream. She was in mine and I was in hers at the same time. "I am too" calmly, clearly in control, unlike my angry outburst. No longer agnostic, there is no doubt in my mind that there is an after life, she is in it, enjoying it and is okay.

Therefore, "I am too."

I Am Too

Part Two: The Connection

I had made one of my rare visits to the cemetery where my parents Alfred and Ellen, son David and wife Marlane are buried on Wednesday, October fifteenth, 2015. This was probably my third time since my wife had passed away January third of this year. Although I have a short conversation and offer some prayers daily, visiting cemeteries is just not my thing. We all react differently to these situations.

In part one I wrote about what occurred within and after the dream Thursday night. I did this Friday morning while the vivid details and the feeling of Marlane's warm breath upon my ear were fresh on my mind.

What happened Friday night blew me away.

I have three wonderful daughters named Debbie, Ellen and Lori in their forties and early fifties. None of us have ever really been into the psychic or paranormal. I say that fully realizing some events defy explanation.

Lori, the youngest of the three has a daughter who began her freshman year in high school this fall and a son who entered middle school the same time. Her friend Kerry has the same combination so they have come up with a perfect carpool arrangement to efficiently transport their kids to and from school each day. Debbie, Ellen and I have never met Kerry so we do not know her, although she and Lori as well as their children are good friends.

That Friday evening Kerry attended a showing by a well know medium which drew an audience of about two hundred people.

I am attempting to recreate what happened next as accurately as possible since I was not there and am relying on descriptions by Lori and Ellen originally, given to Lori by Kerry.

As the medium was moving around the hall she reported strong vibes when close to Kerry. "Does someone near me know an Ellen?" A few hands raised in response. All knew a deceased Ellen, some passing away years ago, others more recently. "No, this Ellen is alive and someone from the other side is trying to communicate with her." The medium explained.

As she moved around the room the vibes grew weaker but became strong again when Kerry was approached. "Does someone near me know a Lori?" Kerry hesitantly raised her hand. "The vibes are really strong" said the medium. "Are you sure you don't know an Ellen?"

"Positive" was the reply.

"All right" said the medium, abruptly changing direction and leading into another question. "Did the Lori you know recently lose her mother to lung disease?"

Kerry, dumbfounded, nervously answered "Yes."

The vibes were very strong and the following quote is exactly, word for word, as Kerry reported to Lori. "This woman is very adamant you get this message to Lori. I'm okay. I'm breathing."

"That's it?"

"That's it!"

Upon returning home later that evening, Kerry knew exactly what she had to do in spite of the late hour.

She phoned Lori, explaining that she had seen a medium earlier and she had to ask Lori the question that had been on her mind the entire drive home. "Do you know anyone named Ellen?"

Lori replied, "I have a sister Ellen."

"Oh, my God."

At this point, bursting with curiosity, Lori shouted, "What?"

"I have a message from your mother. The medium said she was adamant I get this message to you and Ellen. I'm okay. I'm breathing!"

Moments later Lori was on the phone with Ellen. Needless to say, they were overcome with emotion and excitement. As they began to calm down, Lori wondered aloud why Debbie and I were not included in the adamant message. They had the answer the next morning when I called Ellen about a completely unrelated matter.

At the very moment they were on the phone together, I was sitting in the kitchen at my house reading Debbie the recently completed manuscript for "I Am Too. An Accounting of Faith, Hope and Love." The messages, though different, were being exchanged among family members at the exact same time and were meant to reassure us that all is well. We know it is real.

That's the way Marlane plans things.

Note: This was written by my father, Alfred E. DuBois.

Get Ready to Unwind: Vacation at The Island Inn, Oak Bluffs, Martha's Vineyard

by Ellen DuBois on 04/14/16




The days can be hectic. You work long hours, take care of your family, run around like there's no tomorrow. Life can be stressful- even overwhelming.



We all need time to reconnect, relax, refresh and unwind. We need time during our often overbooked schedules to rediscover who we are, the sound of our own laughter and the peacefulness found in simply "being".


Do you need to unwind and leave all behind? Martha's Vineyard is the perfect place to do it.




Treat yourself and your family to a beautiful vacation by booking your summer vacation at the Island Inn on Martha's Vineyard. Located in Oak Bluffs, you'll be surrounded by beautiful oceans, unmatched scenery, wonderful accommodations and amenities for your and/or your entire family.

"Oak Bluffs has more things to do than anywhere else on the Island! Swim, boat, fish. Golf tennis, arcades. Bike, skate, parasail. Explore, discover, learn. Oak Bluffs had activities for the entire family." - http://www.oakbluffsmv.com

Or, simply relax by the beautiful outdoor pool at the Island Inn for a while. Maybe you'll want to play a bit of tennis or walk the gorgeous, tranquil grounds.




Golf? The Island Inn borders Farm Neck Golf Club "Located 4 miles out to sea on the Island of Martha's Vineyard, Farm Neck Golf Club rests on a peninsula (or "neck") of rolling farmland on the eastern side of the Island, overlooking Nantucket Sound. Established as a semi private club in 1979, Farm Neck is open to the public for golf, tennis and dining from April until December. We welcome everyone to come and enjoy the serenity and breathtaking beauty of our classic New England seaside landscape while playing 18 holes of championship caliber golf - or game of tennis with friends - or perhaps just to stop by for a bite to eat at the Cafe."-Golf Digest Magazine.




No matter what your plans are while vacationing on Martha's Vineyard, enhance your experience by booking your stay at the Island Inn, 30 Island Inn Road, Oak Bluffs, MA. Give them a call at 508-693-2002, or toll free at 800-462-0269 and get ready to unwind.




PS- For anyone who can't imagine your vacation without Fido, there are pet friendly accomodations at the Island Inn! Just ask when making your reservations to see what's available.

Get Ready to Unwind: Vacation at The Island Inn, Oak Bluffs, Martha's Vineyard

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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A Delightful Stay at the Island Inn, Martha's Vineyard.

by Ellen DuBois on 04/11/16



The day started with a flight from the Taunton Airport over to Martha's Vineyard. I would have taken the ferry to the Vineyard, but, my fiance is a pilot and the fifteen-minute flight was not only beautiful, but quick!

We caught a taxi from the Martha's Vineyard Airport to the Island Inn, which is in Oak Bluffs. The beautiful, sprawling grounds border Farm Neck Golf club and Lola's famous seafood cajun Restarant.



In addition to the neatly landscaped area, I found myself wishing I played tennis as I spotted some beautiful tennis courts.



A very well kept, outdoor pool would have been perfect in warmer weather. This trip was just at the beginning of the season and it was a little chilly for a swim. I could picture it bustling with people having fun and keeping cool on hot, summer days.



The townhouse unit we stayed in was clean, welcoming and comfortable. Having a kitchen was a plus, although we went out to eat. However, having a place to keep drinks, snacks, etc., was terrific. Had our stay been longer than a weekend, I  would have cooked up something. Very convenient. I could see where people with children would enjoy this amenity, too. 



The master suite, located up a spiral staircase, lent itself to a view of the ocean in the distance. The bed was comfortable and having a full size bathroom directly off the master bedroom was lovely.



On the first floor there's a living room with a a fireplace, comfortable furniture and a flat screen TV. Another private bedroom holds two more beds. If you want to sleep another guest or two, the couch doubles as a sleep sofa.

If you need to access to the Internet, there's free wifi.  Another full bath is just off the hallway, too. There was more than enough space along with some of the creature comforts of home.



The staff is fabulous at the Island Inn. There's always a smile to greet you as you make your way around the grounds or throughout the hallways of the 51 unit townhouse and condominium suite resort.

We took a quick ride down the street to see the gingerbread houses. This is a must, whether you've seen them before or not. I can never get enough of the sights and sounds of Martha's Vineyard.





Across the street from the Island Inn is Joseph Sylvia State Beach. It's beautiful, and we collected seashells to take home as souvenirs of our wonderful weekend.



 

I look forward to going back to the Island Inn.  Maybe I'll get in a few tennis lessons next time.

 

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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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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