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I had no intention of blogging today, but with the weather being downright oppressive, I thought it best to stay indoors. Hence…this post.

Following are the books I’ve read for 2026 (the official halfway mark for the year). I will not be offering any in-depth reviews below, just my personal take on these classic books.

Here goes nothin’:

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

I was a bit tentative at first, believing that Tolstoy would be difficult to read, but much to my surprise, his writing is not only sublime, but a breeze. I’m adding Konstantin Dmitrich Levin to my favorite character list (not that I have an actual list). He is pure-hearted, a lover of nature, and from what I’ve read holds similar characteristics to Tolstoy himself. Thank you to my son, James, for this fabulous book.

The Death of Ivan Ilyich by Leo Tolstoy

Having such a good time with Tolstoy, I quickly followed with this short novel (novellette?). Ivan injures himself quite accidentally – early in the story – in a way I can imagine myself doing. He is a bit of a ladder climber (no pun intended) in society and feels bitter about his loss of standing after his injury. The book exposes two things: firstly, the mistake individuals can make in depending on shallow people and secondly, the mistake of investing one’s faith in materialism and status. Live authentically! I highly recommend.

The Stranger by Albert Camus

I listened to the audiobook while riding Amtrak from Pennsylvania to New York. It’s short and…disturbing. The downright detachment that one human being can feel (not feel) towards another will make you grimace as you read. The idea of hurting someone – and not feeling remorse. Ugh. But, a quick read.

Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

Having read and adored Hardy’s Tess of D’Urbersville, I decided to read more of his books. Happily I received the Penguin Classic set for Christmas from my husband (thank you, Mark). The story follows the lives of shepherd Gabriel Oak (add him to my phantom list of favorite characters) and the independent Bathsheba Everdene. There are love triangles, marriages, deaths. Some lovely passages, but this was not as compelling as Tess. Just my humble opinion.

Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

Amazing. Simply and brutally amazing. Hard to put down; tragically sad. I would NOT recommend reading this book if you are depressed. Really. One event in the book, no spoilers, will make you gasp and cry. But, incredible book. A close second to Tess.

The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy

I decided to read this in order to finish the entire set that I had been gifted. Not expecting anything, no hype, knowing nothing about the story, I jumped in and loved it. Complicated characters, good people doing bad things and leaving the reader to acquiesce to the inevitable ending. A story of redemption.

Turn of the Screw by Henry James

Thank you John Tamburello for the Henry James books! I finally got around to the second one. This story is probably considered “gothic” in terms of genre. It reminded me a bit of Ann Radcliffe’s Mysteries of Udolpho (one of favorite books, if you can imagine that) in that the reader is unsure as to whether the hauntings are actual paranormal activity or whether there’s just some serious mental illness going on in the main character. A good book to read around Halloween (in addition to Edith Wharton’s Ghost Stories).

O Pioneers! by Willa Cather

A very quick read. Well worth it. The story follows our heroine, Alexandra; much like Everdene in Far From the Madding Crowd, she is strong-willed, smart, and independent. Her choices and good decisions steer the family – and the community – from desolation to prosperity, when most everyone (other than her friend and eventual husband) doubt her. Thank you Mark Jr. for the Cather set.

Boy, you all must be thinking, “This woman receives a lot of books as gifts!” Well…I do. And I’m very grateful.

My Other Attempts

I read Part One and Part Two of The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky then placed it back on the shelf. It was difficult for me to keep up with the names. I’ll return to it at some point, but am not forcing it. I also read about 50 pages of Moby Dick by Herman Melville. It’s very long, a whale of a book, literally. I just did NOT connect to it as a reader…so I gave up. I like what I like. Just being real.

I have a copy of War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, but it’s also very long. A commitment. I accepted a new writing gig (not set-in-stone, so no details) which is taking up some time, so I may start W&P in the winter. No promises.

Hope you’re all enjoying the summer and keeping cool!

Stay hydrated…and happy reading, Mary xo

There’s a lot of stress going around. I hear it, I feel it, I experience it.

Whether on the large scale (geopolitical tensions, human struggles), or in the personal sense (health issues, personal challenges), there is cause for stress.

And so, aside from praying, I’m deliberately choosing to lift my spirit whenever possible.

Now, thankfully, that the nice weather is here, I’m taking more walks. I’m also back in the garden (an entire day of mulching!), which I love.

And I find myself turning off the news more often. This is just part of my personal self-help list.

With that said, today is the release date for Chicken Soup for the Soul: I Can’t Stop Laughing, in which I contributed two stories. The timing of this book, in my opinion, could not be better.

Anyway…if you’re looking for a healthy escape or just need a laugh, here’s the link to the book.

Wishing you all peace and positivity, Mary 💚

Grateful once again to the poets at WordHive for the 2026 Poetry-In-Transit campaign. I’m thrilled to have my poem, SHINE, riding the buses in Lancaster this year.

Below is my offering which celebrates the vibrancy of downtown Lancaster.

Hoping that poetry and art can serve as inspiration and encouragement for commuters.

To read more poems and about poetry-in-transit visit WordHive https://wordhiveorg.wordpress.com

xo m

My poem, Pause for the Wild Violet, is featured today on Tiny Seed Literary Journal (click below). 🌱

Thanks Tiny Seed!

💙m

One of my goals this year was to spend less time on social media. I succeeded.

With this freed-up time, I challenged myself to read some of the classics; great novels that – for some reason or another – I never got around to.

I’ve listed them below.

I will not attempt to offer any in-depth reviews….just passing along my personal take.

So here goes:

War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells – Very enjoyable…and short. It was important for me to start this process with shorter length books as I feel my attention span has really suffered over the last few years due to social-media-scrolling. It’s fast-moving, frightening and H.G. Wells’ word-weaving is very satisfying in the literary sense.

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald – This book sat on the shelf for years…unopened. It’s enjoyable and again, short. The characters are authentic, lovable, and super-flawed. Having lived in Long Island for 30 years, the setting was familiar, making it easy to visualize.

The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway – I have a first edition of this book, which was gifted to me by my aunt who passed away several years ago. It’s got markings all along the margins as she was an English professor who taught Hemingway, Faulkner, and Edith Wharton (one of my favorite authors). My aunt loved Hemingway first and foremost. This book, however, was not for me (forgive me, Aunt Carroll). Hemingway is just too masculine-in-voice for me. I know there are deeper subtle meanings in this book, but still…not a fan of this one.

The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway – Hemingway redeemed himself in this one. Fast-moving, vivid imagery, and conversational. I hear New York in the narrator’s voice. I hear New York’s late Jimmy Breslin, actually. Enjoyable read.

The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck – This just felt very long, but its painful tale was realistic and its characters memorable. Uncomfortable in its varying truths and history, but it lacked hope. I was depressed by its overwhelming hopelessness.

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry – I jumped into this book because I needed something lighter – after the previous book. It was beautiful in many ways, but it didn’t touch me in the way it has for so many others. Obviously, I was impressed by the author’s expanse of imagination.

Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy – This is a masterpiece. Every sentence, every brutal, bloody sentence. It took some time to get through, but was worth every minute. The Judge (a character in the book) is absolutely terrifying. McCarthy’s prose is as sublime as can be, reminiscent of Ann Radcliffe’s writing when describing landscapes. I read McCormac’s, The Road, a few years back which is also wonderful. I’ll most likely read more of his books.

The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner – Oh my, where do I begin? I was lost for the first quarter of the book until I realized that the narrator was Benji (a mentally challenged character in the book). I had a much easier time reading the following chapters narrated by his (some unlikable) siblings. In sum, the entire family is a sad mess and the family dynamics are some of the worst you’ll ever come across. Considered pure genius, I know, but for me an arduous read. No, I won’t be reading more William Faulkner – not even As I Lay Dying.

Well, those are the classics I read this year.

As for classics in 2026, I’ve set aside Moby Dick by Herman Melville, Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy, Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy and Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy.

After that…more current literature, like Fearless Friendships by Philip Grimes (who happens to be my cousin) and The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store by James McBride (thanks for the borrow, Faith).

Blessings and All Good Things for the Holidays!

Here’s to the written word, Mary 🌱

First Blossom

Upon the hill of Calvary

a tree, a cedar grows

Its roots were planted long ago

its sap, a crimson rose

Deep within the earth – a shaking

in highest halls of heaven’s – waking

as a tender shoot of love emerges

and mighty sower-spirit surges

through this messy muck of earth

praise, first blossom of rebirth

— Mary C. M. Phillips

My poem, There is a River, is featured today at Tiny Seed Literary Journal. Sharing here. Thanks Tiny Seed! 🌱

https://tinyseedjournal.com/2025/03/27/there-is-a-river/

Here are close ups of the poems and their poets riding the Lancaster County buses in 2025. The theme is THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD. Thank you poets. …

Close-Ups of The 2025 P.i.T. Poems

I’m excited to announce that two of my poems have been selected to be part of the Lancaster POETRY-IN-TRANSIT campaign. The poems will be displayed in Lancaster buses throughout 2024. I’m equally thrilled to know that commuters will get a chance to (hopefully) read my work. Thank you to Word Hive, Philadelphia Alumni Writers House at Franklin & Marshall College, and Vector Media. Poetry is alive and well in Lancaster!

You can read Sent and Foreshore Identity below – as they will appear in transit. 

Like many others, I love the scent of lavender – and grow it in my garden. I especially love fields of lavender and visited one this summer.

My poem, Lavender Offering, pays tribute to this wonderful, giving plant and is included in PLANT PEOPLE, an anthology of environmental artists, Volume 3. You can read the poem below. Please also visit the Plants and Poetry website to see all the good work they do.

Happy gardening,

Mary 🌱

Jogging in the rain seemed like the best thing to do…

Native Heartbeat was written in an environment of puddles and concrete. I’m happy that it found a dry, safe home in the pages of Bards Annual 2023.

You can read the poem below or hear me recite the spoken-word version by pressing the PLAY button.

Thank you to publisher, James P. Wagner. Thank you also to Grandfather Rock of WCWP radio for playing Native Heartbeat on Rock-n-Soul Gospel (Sundays 5-9 PM). Special thanks to Mark Phillips for his befitting composition and lovely guitar work.

All poems (c) Mary CM Phillips are available on iTunes and most streaming platforms.

Fall of the Maple Faeries

The moon had grown fat
hanging heavy with the stars
as a cool yet foreboding breeze
unsettled the little maple faeries
from their wistful slumber.

“We have made our home upon this blessed branch,” said one faery to the rest, “but the voice of autumn calls us on.”

“She speaks in truth,” replied the boldest of the faeries,
adorned in deep crimson, with a sorrowful heart.
“From bud to leaf I have known you all, and a great companionship we have shared. But this new season beckons now. It is time to gather our tears and be brave.” 

The little faeries quivered as the light of day slowly appeared and a deep sorrow cast itself upon the branches of their home.  A sorrow so heavy that the smallest of faeries — dressed in yellow, but just as fair — felt the need to finally speak.   

Her voice was gentle and one of hope as she spoke these words prayerfully and serenely:
“Thank you all for your friendship, as I am grateful for every sister-leaf and feathered friend of this life.  I will not mourn today, however, and choose to rejoice and be glad in this day.  For I shall not see any of you wither, but only fly.”

And as the day came to a close,

colorful falling leaves glistened in the sunlight

and a song sailed upon the autumn wind whispering, 

“Farewell dear sisters, farewell.”

* * *

Fall of the Maple Faeries appears in Symphony of Seasons – an illustrated anthology from Wingless Dreamer Press.

Thank you Tiny Seed Literary Journal for featuring my poem this week.

Click here to read Lamentations of an Orchid.

The poem appears in Poetry of the Wildflowers from Tiny Seed Press.

If you’re on Long Island Monday, July 17th (7:00 pm), please join us for an evening of poetry under the stars. It’s part of the Summer Gazebo Reading Series (hosted by Oceanside Library and the Kiwanis).

The location: Oceanside, Long Island (Schoolhouse Green, Foxhurst Road).

I’ll be one of the featured poets along with Richard Vetere, Robert Savino, and Lisa James.

Hope to see some of you there! Oh, and bring a lawn chair! xo m

Thankfully, the bite of winter has only appeared briefly here in Pennsylvania.

This poem, Deep Winter, explores not only the literal winter but the spiritual one; the winter we might experience on any given day.

You can hear the spoken-word version of Deep Winter below. The written-word version appears in the upcoming Pennsylvania Bards Eastern PA Poetry Review (Local Gems Press).

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