My Life as a Channel
a few first thoughts
Is this all true? Is any of it? These questions might gnaw at you when you find a “stranger than fiction” story or hear about a miracle from the olden days or even modern-day life. Is fiction actually "fiction," or has someone, somewhere, lived it? Time to contemplate! You will decide for yourself whether a story you read, hear, or see enacted has become a part of your conscious mind and consciousness. Has it touched you? Do you identify with it? When any writer writes, I believe there is a certain amount of “receiving” involved—from simple imagination to visualization of a story—whether the story conveys the workings of a diva’s drama, a hard-learned lesson, a bitter or sweet romance, or even a tale of war cries enacted with spears or guns. Regardless of whether it encompasses survival, death, or both, would it be safe to say that it’s really the reader who makes a story come alive? Because it’s the reader who experiences delight or terror or heartfelt empathy as the story unfolds. And it’s the reader who will allow or disallow a story to take root in their heart, potentially even becoming a steadfast companion.
Is this all real? Is any of it? What did I "see" when the images floated past my eyes and integrated into my heart and being? I feel privileged to have had so many peeks behind curtains—or “veils,” if you will—to watch and listen to some realities of continued existence. Are any of these Storytellers real? As the channel/receiver, I will nod my head “yes” simply because they appeared to me. And I wrote down the words I heard or descriptions of what I saw. Simple as that.
For some, parts of this information will surely teach new things and might bring new perspectives. Others might feel affirmation or reaffirmation. Perhaps for others, these stories might seem like fairy tales. The outcome is placed in each reader’s hands and heart. I feel what was shared with me was not for me alone. The information bridged between two worlds was not meant to stay in my mind and soul without giving grace and without sharing it with others. The stories belong to those now living in the spirit world, but each Storyteller hasn’t wanted to keep this to themselves. They told their stories for a reason: to serve others. To connect. To enlighten or inspire. Perhaps this will assist some beings now in the spirit world, but more for those on the earth. I doubt I would have felt so pushed to record these stories had there not been a reason beyond myself. It is they who wish to give the gift of snapshots of their life—from their side. One or more of their stories might make a difference to you. I hope that it does!
Nonetheless, it took me decades to have the courage of their convictions to allow these stories to surface. Sometimes, I was steadfast in what I believed—religiously, spiritually—and many things waited before I could hear them intently enough to open my heart and mind to new realities. I believe I frustrated many of The StoryTellers, sometimes to the point that they nearly gave up on my commitment, which has given rise to a few truncated chapters. Perhaps had I moved more quickly and been more open, they would have brought forth more information. I apologize for that—to each of them and each reader. But then, I also know the material would not be as encompassing with its often electric “connectivity” had I not become more broad and accepting of the new things I have been learning.
No matter the elements of your belief system, you might find some points of your truth expand or change more dramatically by reading materials such as these “otherworldly” accounts that are “beyond our looking glass” or comparison. I believe through our experiences on Earth, we have the possibility to grow or retreat yearly, daily, hourly, and sometimes even minute-to-minute, in what comprises our personal individualized “faith capsule.”* While we may steadfastly adhere to certain religious tenets: Christian—from Catholic to Baptist, et al.—Unitarian, Jewish, Muslim, Shintoism, Buddhism, Taoist, Mormon, Jainism, atheist, or other viewpoints—our beliefs and mindsets might change through exposure to others’ experiences. We just might become part of someone’s story as we read it. We might just make a connection. In some moments, we may feel invincible, and thus, our "faith" is immovable and vital to daily existence. In other moments, we confront our inability to broaden based on our tendency to believe or be open to newness.
Imagine this: portraits, though they reveal a glimpse of eternity, hang in a huge gallery God/Source/Universe invites us to visit and tour. The gallery has, near the exit, a mirror. What might you see in the reflective glass? Who stares back? Who has left their stanchion empty? And who can see their oneness with the God/Source/Universal Energies?
— written Early Autumn, 2023
*A term used by my guide Percivel to explain that each person’s faith is their own “capsule” of beliefs and life experiences in their own unique life journey.
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Breadcrumbs that Led to—
As I mentioned in the Welcome letter, as a child of ten or eleven, I began writing a book about a girl who went around the world. Poring over books and encyclopedias as a way to research, my spiritual senses began developing. I could “see” the peeling wallpaper of an Irish cottage, smell the brine near the docks of a Norwegian fishing village, hear the music of Paris nights with the Seine and the Eiffel Tower backdrop, and hear a lone church bell toll the midnight hour in the hometown of my grandma who immigrated to the United States after giving back her engagement ring. Little did I realize this was an initiation of a greater enhancement of my spiritual senses.
Linda Goodman’s book, Sun Signs, was intriguing to me in my teens. But the desire to study astrology did not bite me until a friend of mine introduced me to one particular aspect: the role of the North Node. And then the bug to study various parts of astrology bit hard! I inundated myself with both Western and Vedic astrology. The Declans and Rays from the Western tradition of astrology and the Nakshatras and “the eyes of the Veda” from the Eastern tradition are all fascinating bits.
I have found that astrological charts can serve as a guideline to understand how we are all “stardust”—depending on which houses the planets are in our chart and which cycles of the moon influence our innate nature, personality, and life. Researching this might be a benchmark in understanding ourselves better and examining our “warts and all.” An interpretation of my own natal chart emphasized that I am able to converse with dead people. In my chart? It has to do with SSDIFJSLDFJSLDFJLKSJDFLSDJFSLDF
What might we find by exploring ourselves? The practical and scientific-ish / spiritual astrology can help us, if we are so inclined.
And study on the global and cosmic level about things such as The Great Year—the Precession of the Equinoxes, with mention of the Ages, is fascinating. At the time this is written, whether we might be at the end of Pisces or have reached the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, etc., how should we “let the sun shine in,” has great sizzle in terms of world events and minuscule details within our personal lives. The 5th Dimension’s song’s lyrics are iconic, and I daresay, remains quite “groovy” (at least to this Baby Boomer).
Near Death TV?
Circa 1967-1971, I remember a day I was too sick to attend classes. I ended up watching a TV talk show. Probably either “The Phil Donahue Show” or “The Merv Griffin Show,” and I heard the account of a Near Death Experience for the first time. I’m not sure the term had not yet been coined, as Dr. Raymond Moody’s book (which referenced such an experience) was not released until 1975. But the woman who told her story was positively beaming right there on national TV, exuberant when she explained she had clinically died, and then proceeded to describe where she “went” and what happened to her. Mesmerizing!
This was an important opening to the “real” Me! I began moving out of a certain box of thinking into something I felt was a higher, more authentic truth. I tried to engage my family and friends in this and related topics. About God. And Jesus. About the heavens or Heaven. About death not being the “end.” No one else I knew had watched the show. So, I was quite alone in my awe and wonder. The emotions brought up by hearing that woman’s story to this day evoke a memory as I recall the joy that shone on her face. So contagious! But I kept this mostly to myself. Nobody else seemed the slightest bit interested. My parents believed that Jesus would come back to Earth on the clouds and judge the “quick and the dead.” Those chosen (I guess these would be “the quick”) would bodily resurrect and brought to Heaven by Jesus. And those determined as “the dead” would stay in their earthly coffins. Not much, if anything at all, was said about one’s Spirit—its growth and evolution on either side of the Veil. These beliefs seemed way too frightening and outlandish to anyone I described them to. Although now there are lots of YouTube channels devoted to the stories of NDErs who express that even though coming back to Earth was hard, most also experienced inner peace and a knowing quite like the woman who gave her account some 50 years ago when claiming she was “forever” changed by that experience. (And I was changed by hearing her story!)
Movie Magic
When this movie graced the screens, it was ahead of its time. The point of spiritual healing and psychic ability was coming to the forefront in some way in the 1970s, but too many people (probably) put this on a list of “cuckoo” movies. (And not to be confused with the Jack Nicholson movie “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest.”)
In 1980, a friend and I went to the movies on a Saturday morning. It was the first or second weekend after its release, and very few people were in the audience. The opening of the movie was a bit of “supernatural” music while the screen projected a huge hand against a large black screen. How curious. We didn’t know anything about the plot. Chills settled into bones, and heart palpitations increased throughout the story. The movie featured Ellen Burstyn. Though the movie didn’t command an audience partially because the subject matter didn’t seem to be well-advertised or even attractive to a potential audience at that time of yet undiscovered spirituality, the movie “Resurrection” was and still is unforgettable to me. It’s a story based on the life of a woman who clinically died but lived. The movie seemed ahead of its time by showing a near-death experience, including a journey through a Tunnel of Light. Edna Mae was changed when she came back to Earth, as she had been gifted with the power to heal. And heal, she did. Edna Mae’s discoveries of her gifts were marvelous unweavings. Her callings, so real to her, were scoffed at by her family. She did not take kindly to her relatives who tried to dissuade her from following them!
Yet. Edna Mae focused on the practice of giving compassionate love to those she knew, even extending it to strangers. This movie went in new directions and, despite having scenes I was not too fond of, gave me a small but mighty backdrop of knowledge of glimmers of the spirit world. Ahead of its time, in many ways, it emphasizes the point of mindful healing. And Presence. And Consciousness. And the ending took my breath away. For that was a wraparound of its own. Merit. Cleansing. New starts. Old beginnings. My friend (who has since passed away) and I turned to each other in the darkened theater, too stunned to leave as we simply agreed, “Wow. This movie was all about love.” Yes. It sure is.[1]
From that first watch through all the subsequent ones (probably about ten or so over the years), I was moved by this movie. Nonetheless, I give it accolades and will give a nod to anyone to try. Admittedly, it is an old movie. The film quality is surely not on par with that of the cinematic magic of today, but if you have a chance to find it on YouTube and can look past its datedness, you might find, as I did, several particularly poignant scenes. One portrayed an empathic healing. The scene with her strict father (played by veteran actor Richard Farnsworth), whose realizations on his deathbed affirmed life after death, a belief he had not embraced in life, was as moving a scene as I have ever watched. And the scene when Edna Mae’s grandmother, Pearl (played by Eva Le Gallienne), said goodbye to her granddaughter was
Reads that captivated
The books Life in the World Unseen and More About Life in the World Unseen by Anthony Borgia (published in the United Kingdom) were amazing, and the accounts within piqued my interest in the spirit world. I read many books on the subject of life after death. Even though there had been spiritism and spiritualist camps throughout the United States for many years before, these days of the “New Age” gave a boost to my curiosity and, consequently, experiences with the spiritual world.
A friend had found the book 30 Years Among the Dead by Carl and Anna Wickland. This book was eye-opening as it EXPLAIN
Opening to Channel
At one point in the early 1980s, my husband and I were living in the country. The idyllic property overlooked a seven-mile-long lake. Our bedroom window vista displayed four seasons of spectacular colors and sights. Pretty remarkable for a would-be writer. Inspiration for me, with my heart-of-a-poet, to be sure. But little did I know, I would meet a spiritual guide in those window panes and the backdrop of crackling fires in the stone hearth in our bedroom that would change my life. And it happened in a rather remarkable way. I had read an article about teenagers who received spiritual messages. I felt a presence in our room for the next few nights. But around 4 am, way before sunrise, I was awakened and heard a voice, “Take seven pieces of paper and a pen. Go out in the hallway and write. I have a message.” Once I took up the pen, I wrote in longhand with a smattering of shorthand symbols and totally filled each of those seven pages.
A few days later, I was cleaning the upstairs hall banister and daydreaming, Lemon Pledge-d it a bit strongly and breathed in some fumes which went right to my head. But I distinctly heard a voice, “Turn on the TV. NOW!” Given the accuracy of the other information to take the seven pieces of paper, I thought I’d better follow this, too. I had missed the first few minutes of “The Oprah Show,” but as I tuned in, the guest star, J.Z. (Judy “Zebra”) Knight, was introduced. And she began to channel a spiritual being called Ramtha. I was shocked. More than a bit turned off. I did not understand that “woo woo” was even a concept; I was about to turn off the TV, but I heard, “Keep watching.”
Gulp. I did.
And much to my surprise, within the next two weeks, I began channeling a main guide, who later indicated I could refer to him as Percivel, which he said meant "pierce the veil.”
I and several other friends began to voice and scribe words. This went on from 1985 or 1986 for the next decade. The nature of the material was incredibly personal to those in that small group. Some of it will be available through Perceivel’s chapter and in The WisdomTeachers material.
My paternal grandmother - and the answering machines
We relocated, and I was brought back in touch with friends, one of whom I worked together with on The StoryTellers materials.
In the early 1990s, my husband and I took meditation courses, which included group activities such as a spiritual development circle led by a gifted medium channeler. We also had spiritual readings. My spiritual senses were awakening much more at this time, and I began receiving messages. All of us in the class took turns tuning in and “reading” each other based on messages through spiritual sensing or the guidance of loved ones and our guides in the spirit world.
Even though I worked full-time in an office, I began to give a few spiritual readings. I undertook this with great sincerity and seriousness. This was not a frivolous thing to me—the readings I gave had evidential information with quite some accuracy. I remember one person who came to a reading and brought along a friend who said she would like a reading, but she wasn’t sure. She had lost her spouse, but she was very skeptical and confronted me with words to the effect: “I don’t believe in all this.” But she was also curious whether or not her husband would show up in the reading and pass along any information. She then challenged me, “I’ll believe you, maybe, if you can tell me what my husband gave me for my birthday before he died.” I was a bit shell-shocked and taken aback. My confidence plummeted, but I swallowed hard and prayed that the spiritual world would still be able to come through with answers. Suddenly, I saw a necklace with a specific shape and gemstones. When I described what I saw, she told me it was precisely what he had given her.
Even with a measure of accuracy, I stayed “closeted” for years. Yes, some friends knew. Yes, those with whom we took spiritual development classes knew that I was interested. But I certainly did not hang a shingle and felt it more important not to let my ego get the better of me. I was afraid of rejection and ridicule. And (no surprise)…I still am.
But over 30 years ago, I felt as had author Marjorie Holmes. Her book was entitled “I’ve Got to Talk to Somebody, God” and was first published in 1969. I’d say it sparked emotional and spiritual intelligence for its readership. Driving to pick up my daughter one day, I boldly but humbly prayed, asking God/the Universe, “What should I do with my life?” I received a resounding reply almost instantaneously:
“Make your life right, and make it write!”
Oh. Got it. (I think.)
More Signposts and Visitations
Around age 35, I started receiving/channeling through automatic writing and voice transmission from Percivel (one of my guide troupes). He/They spoke and wrote through me as well as three other intuitives/channels to a small group, giving possibilities of living more “right” while on Earth. It had to do with following the message to “love anyway.” Even one someone in authority was difficult to deal with, the encouragement from Spirit was to love the person anyway. For we are all connected. We are, indeed, “stardust.”
Oh! We are? (Yes, I got it!)
I was introduced to voice channeling through an interesting experience. I heard the words, “Turn on the television. Right now!” It was late-ish afternoon, and I certainly didn’t know what programs were on, but I did as the voice asked. The Oprah show had just started, and a woman named J.Z. Knight channeled a guide named Ramtha. I was in awe. Intrigued. Somewhat put off. Definitely shocked. I thought it very interesting that the voices of J.Z. Knight and Ramtha sounded so different from one another.
Not two weeks later, Percivel channeled through me to a group of friends. They commented that Percivel’s voice and mine sounded different, too. Channeling through voice and automatic writing has been a constant in my life since, in some form and varying intensities.
In the mid-1990s, when I was about 45, I had a dream/vision of myself on the stage of a large auditorium. I was to deliver a speech or hold a workshop of some sort. The main reason was to educate people about the spirit world. Maybe this is that “auditorium!”
Not more than a few weeks later I saw clairvoyantly individuals who had passed on sitting around a large round table, as if in a company board meeting. Over the next few months, 13 chairs around that table were occupied by 13 spirit beings. Some I knew. Some I didn’t. This was a gathering of The StoryTellers ushered in a new phase of receiving for me.
January 28, 1988, was the date of the Challenger explosion. As I watched on TV, I had an instant connection to schoolteacher Christa McAuliffe. After that time, I had various spiritual readings by psychics who knew nothing about me in which Christa appeared. She is one of The StoryTellers whose story is part of this material. They often saw her wrapped in an American flag. Within her full account were messages she brought through very soon after the accident.
In the 1990s, I read most of the books of The Michael Teachings, a 1,050-member soul group from the mid-causal plane of the spirit world who brought the concept of playing the same role lifetime after lifetime—be it Scholar, Priest, Artisan, King, Servant, King or Warrior, and the information that we do some pre-planning of our lives in choosing our chief features, “overleaves,” (a term used to describe “personality traits that ‘overlay’ one’s essence) FOOTNOTE goals, attitudes, and modes before we incarnate. https://www.michaelteachings.com
Apostle to Apostate
On a more philosophical note, I grew up in a Christian denomination and embraced some of its teachings for many years until I discovered something more. And the evolvement of my beliefs and non-beliefs has grown. But to embrace some points, I did let go of others. Reincarnation was a slow embrace for me until it made sense. Had not read much about it, and honestly, I stiffened when the word was mentioned. Hearing from The Storytellers a few sentences, “There is a wide,_______________________________________________ got me
The movie When Dreams May Come further uncoiled the cord of disbelief around which I had wrapped my thinking as it plunged into the Afterlife with
The work of Dr. Brian Weiss was new to me. I had a chance phone call from an old friend who, in 1996, mentioned she regularly was a studio audience member of The Maury Povich Show. She said during her last visit, there had been a fascinating interview with Brian Weiss, and she told me a bit about his history and about about books he had written on the subject of past lives. After we got off the phone, I heard a voice with a similar message from years earlier, “Turn on the television.” It was a weekday morning about 10 a.m., and I had no idea what I would tune into. Interestingly enough, that very episode of The Maury Povich Show she told me about had just begun. I watched it and became so intrigued by Dr. Weiss’ story that I went to the bookstore that day and got several of his books. Several years later, I took a five-day course at the Omega Institute, which Dr. Weiss and his wife presented. It was fascinating and life-changing for me.
An amazing experience happened in a bookstore when, before my eyes, Michael Newton’s book, Destiny of Souls, dropped off the shelf into the small wire basket I had placed on the floor to hold books I was interested in looking through and maybe buying. Sure seemed like a sign to me, especially because out of the seven or eight copies of the book, the one that dropped into my basket was the only one on sale! Since it was marked $4.95 while the other copies were $19.95—well, as you might imagine, I rushed to the cash register and bought it! His book became an important one in my gathering of materials of spiritual knowledge and wisdom.
The “Power” of Death
Death was not an interesting subject in my household because we rarely talked about it and certainly didn’t embrace it. No cemetery visits, to my recollection. No altars were built to honor ancestors or friends. I remember the first dead person I saw was one of my great-uncles. I might have been ten or so, and his casket seemed big as life. I peered over the rim and was shocked that he looked as if he was only sleeping. The viewing was filled with decorum: everything was hush, hush, with a sprinkling of heartfelt and some crocodile tears., the use of many dainty handkerchiefs, and a number of stiff upper lips. I was curious about the whole thing. What happened when he died? Where did he go?—and a number of etcs. But there was a definite reluctance and confusion in those trying to give answers, other than life after death is a “mystery” of our faith. I was reminded more than once we will get our “just” reward in Heaven—if we are good enough. Or “saved” enough. And not to question the ways of God.
My live-in grandma died after breaking her hip for a second time. In her mid-90s, she could not face going through the operation again and suffered her last weeks in intense pain, passing away from pneumonia while eating her breakfast. She could not catch her breath, and no one was nearby to help her. My darling grandmother was my second mom. She lived to serve her daughter, me, my dad, and my sister.
My dad died at age 77, about seven days before New Year’s Eve, 2000. He had been so afraid to die. My mom felt he gave up living. He became a devout Christian a few years before his death, I believe, because he was afraid of dying. And for a time, he lived without alcohol, which had been so important to him daily. His body shut down, one organ after another. No amount of prayer could resurrect such a damaged body. He was in a coma when my husband, daughter and I flew across the country. to be with him. He never woke up from the coma, but his whole body jumped when he heard my voice. It was a day later that he passed away, and I definitely think he waited for us before he left the Earth.
I loved the creativity of a sign given by my dad and those who helped him send a message back to my mother. After my dad passed, our very small family gathered at my Mom and Dad’s home. We were just about to start looking through old family pictures. I was in the den, and my sister was in the kitchen. When the phone rang, each of us answered the phone at the same time. No one was on the other end. But a few minutes later, a fluttery, very alive blue butterfly appeared in the kitchen and landed on the answering machine (this was in 1999). The name of the machine was PhoneMate. And that’s what it seemed my dad did: he phoned his mate. It was something we often speak about. I don’t know how much more “real” a sign can be! Many people on the other side want to send us messages and signs. Being open to them can help our acceptance!
My mom had visions of the deaths of my dad’s mother and her sister, his aunt. But these scared her. She became extremely nervous to talk about the whole subject. She even cried (something she did not do often). She loved life (on earth!) with such a passion. She was 100 1/2 years old when she passed away, partially from complications with COVID-19 as well as Dementia. My sister and I believe she was deathly afraid of death because of her solid belief in bodily resurrection—the faith tenet indicating Christ was coming back on the clouds and somehow would resuscitate all the believers who were waiting in their graves or, as ashes, I imagine. I don’t think she looked forward to spending all that time waiting in the dark underground. So, she wanted to live on earth as long as possible. Maybe it’s why she lived and loved life with unabashed gusto!
I had a dream while staying with her in her later years. It was of Disney’s ride “Carousel of Life.” It was probably my favorite attraction at both Disneyland (I went there at age 16) and Disney World (I visited several times in my 30s and 40s). I loved the way inventions were portrayed that helped humanity’s sfodslfsdlifjsldfjsldfsdfslifj
Her Dementia was brutal, as she felt she was being stalked by people who lived across the street from her assisted living facility and she could not sleep because she was convinced that she saw light pouring in
One of my mom’s favorite sayings was: “If you don’t ask, you don’t get.” It was her personal motto: she asked for life to continue. And she got! She was a marvelous woman from whom I learned so many things. Confined to a wheelchair for the last nearly four years of her life, she just wanted to walk again—a goal she was unable to accomplish. Near the end of her life (she referred to her death as “my expiration date,”) our daughter was talking with her on the phone. Even though mom was not able to converse, our daughter cheerfully said, “Grandma, you are about to go on a grand adventure—” With those words, Mom stopped breathing and, according to my sister, who was by her bedside, quietly “left the building.” More to the point, she walked off the stage of life and abandoned the role she had been playing.
What is quite fascinating to me is that though I have been virtually “around” dead people for many years, something my mom knew, she has appeared to me less than a handful of times since her passing (one and a half years ago at the time of this writing). Once, she kept her back to me, but I am sure she knew I was there. She was preoccupied with picking up scraps of paper she found in and around her nightstand. Another time, she had a birthday message for my sister. And one other time, she came and looked younger and happy but did not communicate other than to transmit her happiness that we were going to sprinkle her ashes. But the day we planned to do this, things happened and we never did end up spreading her ashes before I flew home.
Hospice volunteering was short-lived but had an incredible impact.
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Carolyn Myss’ work with the dark night of the soul and archetypes had me curious and following her suggestion, I asked the universe to Call Me To My Task. Another immediate answer. This time I heard the words, “Teach the autistic to fly.” Puzzling. Although I had done volunteer work with autistic children when I was in high school, I did not pursue work in that area at all. What I came to understand is that each of us, in some way, is autistic. We don’t live life like most others. We may flap our arms in the hopes we will fly to the land we know and understand. ????????????????????
I was fascinated by John Gunther’s “Death Be Not Proud” memoir (and the movie made of the story) about his courageous son, who endured incredible pain and faced death at an early age and died at age 17. Johnny Gunther’s mother faced the discovery that life is meant to love. She felt guilty that she had not loved her son more than she had and resolved to love Johnny more each day until she died. The title of his memoir and movie took John Donne’s sonnet. It was a confrontation with death itself—warning “death” to not be proud, for we do not “die.” Death is nothing to fear. We live on!
My Channeling Life
Instrumental music has often been helpful when doing channeling. Saving Mr. Banks (and soundtrack), Angels in the Outfield (and soundtrack), Field of Dreams (and soundtrack). Sometimes, when I either write or do automatic writing, I play instrumental music from soundtracks such as “Saving Mr. Banks,” “Angels in the Outfield,” “Field of Dreams,” and “Theme from A Summer Place,” to name a few. Selected meditation music has also been a particularly helpful tool for channeling.
Paternal grandmother in Mennonite home that rented rooms for the night
The Advent Season and the Advent of Ananda
Announcement from Saint Germaine in a mini-reading
Stops and Starts — Round and Round and Round in The Circle Game
My painted ponies. Telephones. File folders. Pens and message pads. Data entry and databases — all are the incremental points of making my
[1]Both actresses won an Academy Award in 1981 (Burstyn) for Best Actress in a Leading Role and Best Actress in a Supporting Role for Le Gallienne.
Two points of note: 1) this film was based on the true life story of Edna Mae McCauley, and 2) Ellen Burstyn’s given name was Edna Rae Gillooly.