Christmas · Christmas · Memories · MY LIFE · My Thoughts

A Lit Candle & My Hair: July is Almost Over

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July is almost over, and a lit candle played an important part in this book and influenced its title. I’ve enjoyed featuring my book, Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir during this summer month. I hope your heart has been warmed with my story of cutting down our Christmas tree on our family ranch.

To end the month, here’s a humorous piece with a lit candle for your reading pleasure!

Anticipation filled my heart.
We had practiced our Christmas pageant
several times,
Rehearsed and rehearsed.
I felt it was a winner.
I was young—maybe five or six.
I had a minor part, but it loomed large in my
heart.
I was an angel, one of several.

Yet I felt special!
I loved my white gown (cut from a sheet),
my wings (cut from white paper)
and halo (a golden contraption that hovered
over my head),
and my candle I carried (in my hands, no
holder).
Teacher promised we would light it that night
But not during our practice.

Our teacher warned us each rehearsal:
the candles will be lit,
allow enough space between you and the angel
ahead of you!

When the big night came for our Christmas
pageant, I dressed.
Mom curled my shoulder-length strawberry
blonde hair.
It hung down to my shoulders in soft curls.
Before donning my halo, she sprayed an aura of
her hair spray
which surprised me! She had never done that
before!

Mom and Dad took me and my brother to our
little country church.
I waved goodbye to them
and joined the others downstairs.
Excitement filled the air.
The teacher had Mary and Joseph lead the
processional.
Next, the three shepherds fell in behind the holy
couple.
The group of angels lined up after them—my
turn!

The teacher passed out the candles, unlit.
It was time.

I stepped in line with a schoolmate behind me.
Soon the teacher came by and lit our candles,
whispering her warnings once again!

She had placed a paper shield around the
candle
to protect our hands from the dripping wax!
Oh, there was so much to watch with a lit
candle!

Up the stairs we went,
and the pageant proceeded as normal.

Then, for some reason, the angel group crowded
together
instead of spacing out like our teacher suggested.
It was our time and the angel bunching
continued.
Suddenly someone screamed, “Your hair is on
fire!”

Quickly my teacher rushed over with a rolled
paper
and whacked me on the head,
putting out the fire.

This haphazard event left me with singed hair,
and the burnt smell lingered.
Yes, it was a memorable Christmas,
and the pageant went on!

Our teachers served refreshments
Afterwards downstairs.
No one mentioned my hair
Or the fire!

Larada Horner-Miller, Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir, (Horner Publishing Company, 2023), 25-27.


Lit Candle on candle holder

A lit candle in a church Christmas program could have been a disaster! Heartwarming—humorous! Yes, during this month of July, I have shared with you that Hair on Fire celebrates my Christmases and all the emotions that came with it.

Hopefully, when you read the book, you have laughed, shed a tear and finished it, satisfied that I have sparked a memory or two or your own that has laid hidden.


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A lit candle and my hair!

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The Woman Behind Hair on Fire: Celebrate Christmas in July

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Time Measured Out! - woman

Meet the woman, Larada Horner-Miller, behind ten books, especially Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir, as we celebrate Christmas in July. Hair on Fire is her eighth book. This article reveals the woman and her journey behind all of her books.


THE ARCHITECTURE OF

HEALING

AN ANALYTICAL PROFILE OF AUTHOR LARADA

The journey toward becoming a published author is rarely defined by a singular epiphany; more often, it is an accumulation of experiences that gradually erode the barrier between the act of living and the act of creating. For the writer known as Larada, this process spanned decades, rooted in the classroom and nurtured by the quiet observation of the world. Her transition from a middle-school language arts teacher to an independent author was not merely a change in profession, but a shift in orientation. It was a realization that the stories she had been guiding her students to uncover were, in fact, the same stories she had been carrying within herself.

To understand Larada’s approach to prose, one must understand her background as a literature instructor. For years, she operated in a pedagogical space where she wrote alongside her students, utilizing techniques popularized by authors like Natalie Goldberg in Writing Down the Bones. This was not a passive practice. By engaging in the immediate, raw act of writing, she watched her students’ attitudes shift from obligation to discovery. This experience taught her that writing is not a destination; it is a discipline. It showed her that the act of bringing thought to paper has a tangible, transformative effect on one’s worldview.

This history of teaching informs every aspect of her narrative structure today. Her prose carries the clarity of an educator who understands how to communicate complex emotional states to a broad audience without resorting to intellectual gatekeeping. She treats her books as environments where the reader is invited to explore alongside her, much like the students she once guided.

Larada’s bibliography defies the traditional urge to categorize an author by a single medium. Her work flows fluidly between reflective prose and moving poetry, a duality she treats as a natural extension of her internal state. She does not make a conscious decision to write in one format over another; rather, she allows the subject matter to dictate the form. For Larada, poetry acts as the bedrock of her creative output. Her first book, This Tumbleweed Landed, set the stage for a trajectory that would eventually lead to the extensive five-book poetry series, Time Measured Out.

In these works, she treats poetry as a vehicle for transparency. Where long-form prose might require the slow buildup of a narrative arc, her poetry captures the immediacy of a specific moment. It is a method of making the ephemeral permanent-a way to freeze a feeling or an observation so that it can be examined and shared. This poetic sensibility bleeds into her longer prose as well, giving her writing a rhythmic, measured quality that is uncommon in contemporary fiction.

A global perspective permeates Larada’s work, influenced by a lifestyle defined by travel and an active resistance to the sedentary nature of traditional writing routines. Her immersion in Spanish language studies at the university level provided her with a gateway to magical realism, a framework that has become a recurring motif in her aesthetic. This was solidified during a trip to the Mayan ruins of Coba in the Yucatan Peninsula in 1986.

Walking the jungle paths, she observed the scene with a writer’s eye: an iguana on a ledge, the ruins rising out of the dense jungle foliage, and the buzzing of bees around orchids. This was not merely scenery; it was a catalyst for temporal collapse. When she later captured this in poetry, the lines felt less like a recollection and more like a ritual. She was no longer a summer traveler; she felt as though she were participating in the history of the site in 900 A.D. This realization-that words have the capacity to make a moment transparent and alive-cemented her commitment to the craft of imagery.

When Will Papa Get Home? - woman

In her historical fiction, such as When Will Papa Get Home?, Larada engages in a delicate act of invention. The narrative was rooted in the oral histories of her childhood, yet she introduced a protagonist, Maria, who was entirely fictionalized. The work’s success is defined by how easily the line between fact and fiction was blurred for those closest to the author. When a family member, who served as a primary reader, questioned the identity of Maria, convinced she was a real person from their past, the success of the project was solidified.

This anecdote underscores Larada’s objective: to construct worlds that feel inevitable, even when they are built from nothing. She does not aim to recreate the past with academic precision; she aims to recreate the *emotional truth* of the past. By doing so, she invites the reader to project their own experiences onto the page, making the story a collaborative effort between the author’s construction and the reader’s memory.

Perhaps the most challenging aspect of Larada’s current output is her commitment to the genre of auto-fiction. She approaches her writing as a vehicle for healing, not merely for herself, but as a roadmap for her readership. Her advice to aspiring writers is urgent: do not wait. Having published her first book in her late 50s, she speaks with the clarity of one who recognizes the finite nature of time. She is currently deep in the process of her 11th manuscript, an auto-fiction project that she characterizes as the most grueling of her career.

This manuscript fictionalizes a deeply vulnerable part of her own life story as an incest survivor. It is a project she began in 2016, allowed to rest for a decade, and returned to only when the emotional distance was sufficient to navigate the material. This commitment to the most difficult subject matter is the core of Larada’s philosophy. She argues that growth is always possible, even in the center of deep loss or trauma. Her work is an invitation to resist the pull of negativity and to find spiritual grounding in the midst of hardship. If a reader closes her books and walks away with nothing else, she hopes they carry the conviction that transformation is not an event, but an ongoing, accessible process.


The woman behind all ten books is exposed here. Hopefully, you view this woman differently after reading this article.

Larada Horner-Miller, the Woman
Larada Horner-Miller, the Woman

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A Change of Perspective: Everything Can Changes!

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A simple change of perspective alters everything, possibly. I had a real-life experience with that today I’d like to share with you.

What Happened Today

This morning, my husband Lin, a good friend and I ate out at one of our favorite restaurants, Olga’s, for a leisure breakfast with plans on going to a basketball tournament in Boquete, Panama afterwards. A player had sent me the directions to the high school gymnasium where it would be played.

When we arrived, we laughed. In reality, it was an outside basketball court. Life is different in Panamá. I had not gone to the restroom when we left the restaurant. So, after a large latte, I needed a bathroom. I looked across the playground and spied a port-a-potty. When I need to go, I need to go! It didn’t matter what it was. I grew up with outhouses, so a port-a-potty was a step up for me.

So, I walked over to it, but upon arriving I saw a padlock on the door. Immediately, I began to plan where to find a bathroom close—a gas station, maybe.

And then it happened—I turned around and in the building near where we had been standing, I saw two modern bathrooms—male and female or mujeres and hombres.

I laughed to myself as I walked over to the bathroom, used it and was pleasantly surprised to see this nice facility had toilet paper too.

Perspective Change

Change your Perspective

Walking back to our group, I chuckled to myself. Then I thought how often in my life I have had something happen that appeared disastrous only to turn around and look at it differently, and it was a blessing.

Sometimes I locked in on what I thought should have happened. Then after a slight change, I saw this event had many possibilities and I had limited it with my narrow perspective.

Example from the Past

When I was getting my BA at Colorado State University, I wanted to add a minor in Spanish because I had taken a couple trips to Mexico with a friend. I realized then I had more of a command of Spanish than I thought.

The problem: I decided this at the end of my sophomore year, and I didn’t have the money to add another semester of Spanish to my schedule because I would run out of financial aid. The solution: I took the placement test for Spanish and tested out of first quarter Spanish. All is great, right?

The first day of class, the teacher gave us a test and I got a “D.” I never got Ds. I panicked—what could I do? My GPA was mostly A’s—my whole psyche couldn’t accept a D. So, I went to the professor’s office to talk about it the next day.

“Should I drop out?” I asked, so disappointed.. I felt I was in over my head. My dream of a Spanish minor felt out-of-reach.

“No,” he replied, “but this is what you have to do. Don’t miss any classes. Go to the language lab three times a week to listen to the tapes to sharpen your level of efficiency. If you do that, could you settle for a B in this class?”

Shocked, I responded, “Yes, I can accept that.” So I followed his instructions wholeheartedly, and my grade for the class—a B that I worked my tail off for.

But more than that—I loved all my Spanish classes, and I loved the challenge. One summer, I went to Mazatlán with one of my favorite professors from CSU and twelve students for a month. We each stayed with a different family. What a life changing experience that was.

From that minor, I taught Spanish in the middle school for fourteen year and had a blast with it. And today, I have the opportunity to speak Spanish often.

Because I changed my perspective on getting an A, accepted a challenge, this whole experience changed my life.

Changes Can Be Possibilities

By being flexible, which I’m sad to say sometimes I’m not, possibilities loom before me. In so many cases, all I have to do is “let go and let God.”

After three divorces, I could have turned my back on the possibility of a good marriage in my life. But I have always believed in possibilities. I knew I needed a perspective change after my third divorce, so I took a year off from dating to find myself once more. I didn’t judge myself as a failure with the three divorces. In fact, I know that each marriage taught me valuable lessons that have made me who I am today.

Then Lin and I got together and we will celebrate our 15th anniversary in October—a perspective change and the result of believing in possibilities. My God saved the best for last!

Today, I know that just a slight shift in perspective can make all the differences in the world—a new job, a different hairstyle, and a new life.

Finally,

Many of us know these truths. We just need to be reminded. When has a change in perspective affected your life?

Larada Horner-Miller, perspective
I just changed my perspective and life changed.

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Dad · Holidays · Memories · Mom · MY LIFE · My Thoughts · square dance

If Your Dad Is Still Alive: Hug Him Today!

Dad, as a young man
Dad, as a young man

If your dad is still alive today—hug him! My dad died January 6, 1996, thirty years ago. I would love to hear his voice, smell his leathery sweat from his cowboy shirt and hat, and hug his lean firm body.

As I’ve thought about writing this blog on Father’s Day 2026, I have lingered over the loss of my dad. After thirty years, you might think I was over the pain, the loss, but no! If I could dance once more with him and do his unique dance steps he taught Mom and me, I would celebrate.

Dad riding his favorite horse, Rusty
Dad riding his favorite horse, Rusty

Dad led a full rich rancher’s life. He worked besides his dad until Granddad died November 6, 1966. They didn’t always agree on everything, but they had a system that worked.

After Granddad died, Mom stepped in to be his right-hand woman. Daily she went with him to the ranch, doing whatever the season required: feeding cattle and digging out of snow drifts in the winter, calving in the spring, preparing for shipping calves in the fall, and stepping back to relax in the summer. His eyes lit up when he bragged on how much she helped.

He loved his brand, Lazy H Spear Point. He put this on the calves when he branded them each spring. Yes, it hurt. I remember the smell of the hair burning, but the state required it to protect the ranchers from cattle rustling. You can see it on Dad’s tie in the first picture above.

Dad and Granddad ran Herefore cattle. He often said, “My favorite colors in the world are red, white and green: Hereford cattle in a green pasture.”

Dad and Mom danced whenever and wherever they could. Remember, they met on the dance floor. They loved the local country and western dances in the Branson gym. I remember watching them glide across the dance floor so fluid and graceful—to me they competed with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. Dad always had a dance or two for me. And he often danced with nieces and great nieces. At many dances around the area, they had a tradition of exchanging dances with other couples too.

 Often after the Branson dances, they hosted After Parties at our house. I remember the living room and dining room overflowing with friends, laughter and alcohol!

They also loved to square dance. Dad was our 4-H club caller and taught many members to square dance. They traveled hundreds of miles to dance and made lifelong friends with square dancers all over southeastern Colorado, northeastern New Mexico and beyond.

When we were growing up, Dad didn’t have the means to travel much. When I was ten years old, we did a trip to San Diego, California to my half-brother’s graduation. While there, we went to Disneyland and had an amazing trip.

Later in my teen years, we made other trips to San Diego for Christmas.

After I left home, I went with Mom and Dad on several local trips around Colorado and New Mexico. We also traveled to California to see us family out there. On almost every trip we took, he had several rules: get up early and travel until about 10:30 PM each night. I fought with him to stop earlier so I could enjoy the motel’s swimming pool. Once he did and I had a blast. Another rule he had—we could only be gone a week. Dad was such a country boy; he couldn’t accept being away from home and the ranch for very long.

They traveled to Nashville on a tour and had an amazing time.

Dad was a family man. He took care of his parents until their dying days.

He had three children with his first wife and two with my mom. They had nine grandchildren and I’ve lost count of the great grandchildren. He did not live to see many of his great grandchildren.

Holiday gatherings like Thanksgiving and Christmas meant the world to him. He never joined us in the games around the round table in the dining room, but often I saw him laughing a long with us and keeping up with the conversation going around the table.

I long for another dance around the gym floor in Branson, in his arms as he leads me through the waltz or two-step. Anytime I heard “In the Mood” at a dance with Dad, I would grab him to dance because that’s the rhythm he did his unusual movement. Oh, to do that again!!!

But mostly I’d like a hug, a bear hug and a whisper in his ear, “Happy Father Day.” I know his reaction—he’d smile and snuggle close and say, “Shorty, I love you.” You can’t beat that!

Is your dad alive? Hug him if he’s near. Call him if he lives away from you. Celebrate him today! And let me know what you did!

My Last Dance With Dad!
My Last Dance With Dad!

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