|Alexandra Holzer is a member of the SCBWI Organization, Poetry.com, Firstwriters.com and IMDBpro.com. Her father is the original ghost hunter, published Author Professor Hans Holzer, Ph.D of 163 plus titles in the genres of parapsychology, the supernatural, religion and healing. Most famous for "Amityville Horror: The Possession", "Ghosts", "America's Haunted Houses" and most recently "The Journey of the Magi" and "Murder in Amityville: Fact or Fiction". While raising four incredible children, she wrote children's short stories, poetry, sci-fi/fantasy novels, screenplays and supernatural horror thrillers. Alexandra's complete bio is available here. Alexandra's new book 'Lady Ambrosia' has Field Nominated for the Printz Award for Young Adult Literature by the American Library Association.
Experience is life's teacher I say to myself. Or, it could also be a cruel joke depending on the day one is having. But, why does it have to be so cruel or fragmented as mine per example?
What one would believe is a path laid out nice and neat to follow, another living it will beg to differ. 'The grass is always greener on the other side' as the saying goes but I'd rather look at it, as everyone's grass is their own to maintain. It is how we go about that process and what life deals us, that makes all the difference in the world.
When I set out to write again and take the reigns of a haunted legacy, I did not know what laid in store for me. I thought, felt and truly believed I was doing well by carrying on my father's footsteps. I recalled a past conversation with the Ghost Hunter on not having any sons to carry on his name, but that he was just as proud to have his two daughters. After having children of my own, I began to understand a bit more; of what he may have been feeling at the time he knew he was done having his children. That conversation seems to have stuck with me over the years and now I had an opportunity to make good on a wish for him. You see, what one perceives to be the term meant to be doesn't necessarily mean it is meant to be exactly. In my experience thus far, meant to be means go down that path but not without land mines, hoops, blazing fires and so forth. The reward at the end is determined by your own principles, convictions and experiences.
Holzer by default sounds like a tennis match but in reality it is my life. Life is actually a game of tennis now that I think about it, as the ball goes over the net, you hope it makes it. But, if it does not go over the net, there aren't any do-overs and so the other opponent, (here that would be life) gets the next go at it. Back and forth, back and forth the match continues where only one can win. But, aren't we all winners if we do well, are giving and helpful, courteous and kind? Thanksgiving is coming up folks and I wanted to use my life as an example of perseverance, goal setting, love, laughter, passion and desire to survive and do it well. Every month should be about being thankful and grateful. But, as tradition has it, Thanksgiving is the day we break bread and say our prayers at the dinner table. A feast sits before our eyes, as the little ones are restless kicking underneath the dinning room table. As the mother grows weary and tired before the evening has even begun, football is heard in the not to far off distance and the clanking of glass with a bunch of 'yeas' are heard.
It is in this moment, that the worst family arguments seem to surface as if this one day, this one celebrated holiday, gives all those carte blanche in the argument department and some go at it. I realize it is not like that in every home and certainly not in the Holzer home, as that would not be dignified. Football...what was that my parents would say? After a full well prepared meal by my Parisian grandmother, affectionally known as Nana, everyone would disburse and do their own thing until dessert. How boring I thought to myself but that's how it usually went. Some would read, while others emptied themselves after the meal, but my sibling and I would just help clean up and make funny jokes. When dessert was out, the herd poured back to the table as Nana kept everything neat, tidy and well within respect. Food was a hard thing to come by once for her, and so each Thanksgiving she made sure we all understood the meaning of spirit, health, life and food.
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