Showing posts from 2015

A HOME FOR ROSE - A Dark Desert Tale

One of the things that attracted us to moving to the desert, was the lack of grass to mow. But, likewise, we also quickly noted that with no grass or ground cover, everything living or buried within the sandy earth was also easily revealed.

So, as we began our gardening adventures, we found things that the desert had long ago claimed. In my office, I have a lion and a small dragon. Both are made of brass and both were found buried in the crusted dirt around our home.

But when my husband presented me with the dragon, it occurred to me, "What if he found something that was actually best left buried?" What if the object he unearthed only appeared to be treasure, but was actually so much worse?

And so, in the tradition of creepy stories everywhere, I wrote my second dark desert tale, "A HOME FOR ROSE."


FRESH MEAT - A Dark Desert Tale

While living in a small town in southern Arizona a few years back, I was out walking my dog around our apartment complex when I spotted, high in the sky, a flock of large black birds. They were circling a grove of cottonwood trees.

My imagination, being a sometimes strange and dark place, began to wander, to form the "what ifs."

What if someone lived in that grove of cottonwood trees? And what if that someone were to feed those large black birds much like one might feed the wrens and cardinals? 

...and so, Fresh Meatcame into being...

Mary shook her head as she took a sip of lemonade. Her eyes on the birds, "No, Timmy, my darlings only like a certain kind of meat." - Copyright - Ingrid Foster 2015

Just One Last Time...

Today I read King's The Stand and For the first time I felt their pain, You died a week ago and my life Will never be the same,
I exist  Through the good days and bad, The ups and the downs...  Oh, how they threaten to drown!
My mind in a fog,  My emotions on hold, I never knew  How much I loved you  Until you were gone,
I wonder, Does one ever get past this pain, This suffocating sense of loss?

I love you, Mom, Wish you were here, Just one last time with Your laughter and smiles,
We could journey down roads unknown, Just you and me, how much fun it would be,  We could picnic at the end of our miles!
I love you, Mom. Rest in Peace

Copyright - 2015 - Ingrid Foster

A MOST DANGEROUS BOOK by Christopher Krebs

Originally I signed this book from the library while researching the fall of the Roman Empire and the Dark Ages. As this book is based upon the Roman historian Tacticus' observation of the Germanic hordes that had taken over Europe as Rome declined, I had hoped it would prove useful to my research.
Then, as I started reading, I wondered if it would provide insight into the German psyche, especially during the late 1800s and early 1900s, prior to and including Hitler's rise to power. While I found the book a very interesting and fascinating read, I also must note that Krebs' premise, though well researched, is one man's opinion.
The German descendant in me found the book enlightening, helping me to understand the nationalistic spirit I had witnessed while stationed in Germany during the nineteen eighties. One of the key facts to be noted is that German nationalism, the cement that holds Germany together, did not truly exist prior to the late 1800s.
Prior to that, what …

Surviving Hitler's Germany

After a long struggle with a mentally-crippling illness, my mother died yesterday. Due to her illness and other psychological trauma, we were never able to get as close as I would have liked. She was just not capable. But as a direct result of her passing, I had reached out to my aunts, her sisters, and a world of understanding enveloped me.

Shortly after World War II, at the age of eighteen, my mother left Germany with her mother and three sisters. As a child, I knew my mother was German, but what I never knew was how much the trauma of living in Hitler's Germany had affected her and her family.

In 1933, Hitler began his reign of terror in Germany. That same year both the Gestapo and the Hitler Youth Organization were formed. From 1933 until 1945, my mother's family, like most families in Germany, watched their beloved country change from one of freedom to one of oppression. Our American history books teach us that Germany was so much better off under Hitler and, at first, t…

Judge each day by the seeds you plant....

As a writer, one of my biggest faults is expecting too much, too fast...