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Day 27 – AutoFiction: Fiction Based on a Part of My Life Story!

Two women talking - AutoFiction

Autofiction really is a genre in the world of books today, but many people have never heard of it. I embraced it before I knew what it was!

Jane Friedman, an expert in the literary world today, tell us:

“Short for autobiographical fiction, autofiction uses elements of autobiography and fiction to examine decisive aspects of the writer’s life. The writer then melds these realities with fictional plot elements, characters and events in a way that often reads like memoir or autobiography. With the lines of fact and fabrication blurred, readers are engaged in wondering what’s real, what isn’t, and how they can figure out which is which.”

https://janefriedman.com/the-how-when-and-why-of-writing-autofiction

In 2016, I joined NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in November because I had a story I had to tell. At the time, I didn’t know the name of the genre—I just knew this was the best way for me to tell this. The subject matter stung: my incest story. Also, add to this formula Trump won the election November 8, and I deeply knew from my injured self he was a perpetrator. That ignited my writing back that month, and I ended up with over 50,000 words by the end of November—the word count goal of every writer in NaNoWriMo.

I couldn’t wait to revise this book and get it out in the world. Feeling that I had a message to share on the travesty and the healing possible, I started the work.

Then a book deal fell into my lap to write the biography of the most famous square dance caller in the world, Marshall Flippo, and I couldn’t let it go. Flippo was in his late 80s and dancers clamored for this book, so away I went down that avenue. My autofiction book got pushed to the background!

Nine years later with more intense healing for my incest issues over those years, the Epstein files came front and center. In talking with my therapist, I shared that they were a trigger but not like before. I had moved to action—I wanted to be an advocate for survivors. We brainstormed ideas: a website and the power of it. Then it dawned on me—my book might help someone who survived incest.

So, that’s my next book project even though I just published my second book in a five-book poetry series. I mulled over trying to publish book #3 and the autofiction together. After a conversation with my book coach, Derek Doepker and the group, I realized I have to focus on this book now because of its relevance.

My book is written in two voices: Ellie and Laura. Two women tell their stories back and forth, chapter by chapter. So far, the working title is Eye Witness to Life or Eye Witness to Healing because Ellie, her husband and Laura’s husband all receive healing as they watch Laura go through the grueling discovery and healing of her incest issues.

So, here’s the first scene from this book:

People call me Ellie—my given name is Ellen Marie.

I have been an eye witness to much in my life—losses that ripped my heart a part. I lost three key people within three years in my teenage years.

 Dad died in a tragic car accident, then my mom drank herself to death after he died. I pride myself that I stood by my mom during her time of need. I was an eye witness to her death, holding her hand as she drew her last breath. Even as a teenager, death didn’t frighten me. It felt like a privilege to stand at her bed. My sister, Susie, and I shared that poignant moment. 

At the same time, my high school sweetheart was killed in a car crash. These losses drove the rest of my life.

The hardest loss of my life happened when I lost a child during a hard pregnancy. I had one child and then had three miscarriages afterwards. I carried the last one for six and a half months and thought my little boy was safe, but not.

Then I stood by while a dear friend took her last breath, dying young at fifty-nine years old of cancer. She had become a surrogate mother for me. The hospice nurse led those of us standing around her bed through the death process, step by step. After that experience, I respected our body’s magnificent system of dying.

Life has been a succession of losses and pain; however, the following scene ripped my heart a part once again and changed my life forever.

© 2026 Horner Publishing Company. All rights reserved. 


I know this is a hard topic but we must be honest about it and share our stories. For too long it has been ignored. Ellie’s friendship plays a big part in the Laura’s subsequent healing and her own. Do you have friends like that? Are you a friend like that?

I have not finished the website yet, if you are interested, email me at larada@icloud.com and I will let you know when it goes live. It will be a safe place to convene, tell our stories and support each other.

Larada Horner-Miller - AutoFiction
Yes, it’s a hard topic, but we need to talk! WE HAVE TO TALK!

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haiku · MY LIFE · My Thoughts · My Writing · Ranching

Day 22 – The Many Hats I Wear: Changing Constantly!

Hats

I wear many different hats in my life today and have over the years. Currently the hats I wear vary and require different things from me.

I love to write, and I enjoy writing in a variety of genres. My collection of ten books varies: poetry, memoir, biography, historical fiction, biography and essays. So I don’t stick to just one, and it’s worked for me for years. But recently, I have focused more on poetry—free verse poetry. I’ve published two poetry books in a five-book poetry series.

Also, I love to write haikus. As a literature & language arts teacher, I did a poetry unit every year with my students, and I had them write haiku. Back then, I didn’t write haikus though.

When the pandemic hit in 2020, I did a lot of walking on our lane in the east mountains above Albuquerque, winter and summer. The rhythmic walking and my interest in haikus opened the door to my writing them. While I walked, the lines came to me and I recorded them when I got home.

Then Natalie Goldberg’s book, Three Simple Lines: A Writer’s Pilgrimage into the Heart and Homeland of Haiku, inspired me to write more. I love the simple framework of the 3 lines—5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables—give me. It forces me to be selective about word choice—totally different than any other writing I do.

My next project is an autofiction book, part autobiography and part fiction. I’ve written 50,000 words already, so I just need to revise it, but I keep pushing it to the back burner because everything else pushes ahead of it.

Because I self-publish my books, I have to do it all—write the book, layout of books, publishing and marketing. Deeply, I love all of it except marketing. It consumes my time with the ads, the questions what to do, the different social media apps, the financial demands and everything.

For years, I haven’t made a definite marketing plan, but this year I have, and I hope I stick to it!

My brother and I co-own our family ranch in southeastern Colorado that has been our family for almost 100 years. He lives in the community near our ranch, so he’s the boots-on-the-ground guy. I do the business side. Today, I labored at balancing the checkbook. Usually, I balance it to the penny. Today, I’m $1.69 off and I hate that.

Also, I’ve been busy entering the checkbook into an Open-Source app to prepare for our 2025 taxes. Managing our finances keeps me connected to our ranch, even though I live 5,000+ miles away now. The only way I can possible do it is through the internet.

Since I was viciously attacked by a dog on July24, 2024, my dance life disappeared, and that activity fed my soul. Coming from a dancing family, I have danced my whole life. My parents glided across the dance floor on sawdust and dirt at our country dances.

On New Year’s Eve, Lin, my husband, and I danced at a local bar here in Boquete, mostly just to rock and roll music, but it was movement to music! For one song, we danced a Cha Cha, and my heart soared. Later in the evening, another dance song came on and we did a mean jitterbug. Oh, I miss the days!

My faith keeps me going. I am Episcopalian by choice, but I haven’t found a church yet here in Boquete, Panama. There seems to be mostly Protestant and Catholic churches. Because of this, I have attended Hope in the Desert Episcopal Church in Albuquerque, New Mexico on Facebook, Livestream, my church before we moved.

I have issues today with so many Christians turning away from Jesus’ teachings in loving the immigrant, feeding the poor and loving our neighbors, so that has affected my attending any churches here so far. I will find a place and land, I’m sure.

I have been in recovery for 37 years and it’s the basis of my life. It saved my life. So a big plus here—a strong active recovery community. I still have my connections back in Albuquerque, but I see that I will fit in here for sure.

Yes, that’s a big hat to wear today. We just won the game last week against the Buffalo Bills, a hard-fought fight. Immediately after the game we heard our quarterback, Bo Nix, broke a bone in his ankle and is out for the rest of the year. So, I’m preparing emotionally for the game on Sunday where our backup quarterback, Jarrett Stidham, will fill in the void.

I’ve been a fan for years—been happy with the winning years and stuck with them through the lean years.

Yes, I wear a variety of hats, bouncing back and forth between activities, demands and loves of my life. The rich variety makes my life full—I wouldn’t want it any other way!

Larada in her pink hat
I love my pink hat!

Larada in a hat

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Colorado · family · Memories · Mom · MY LIFE · My Thoughts · Panama

Day 21 – Here and There!: A Poem About Two Places

juggling - here

For most of my adult life, I have struggled with “here” and “there.” I grew up, moved and had my adult home but my home in Branson, Colorado always called to me.

After our move to Panamá, this poem came up when I was visiting in Branson in December 2025. Witness my current struggle with “here” and “there”!

Here & There: Juggling Two Lives

The familiar train whistle blows

                  And I know I’m home

                                    In Branson,

A sound that echoes through my childhood.

The wind blows

                  Dust devils twirl on the plains.

The mesa towers to the southwest of us.

Saddlerock hangs to the west

                  As another reminder of home.

This my here now!

Our family ranch calls to me

                  Dad voices his familiar stories

                                    In my heart

                  Granddad looms large in my history

                  Mom’s sweet presence and squeals of delight

                                    Echo in my soul

                                    Memories overflow

                                                      Even though they’re gone.

Now, sitting beside my brother

                  With our stories.

He’s the only one who can verify their truth

                  Our stories

                  Our family’s stories

Sometimes quiet fills the truck cab

                  Dust swirls

                  Silence

                  Reverence for our shared lives

My brother opens up while we ride around

                  Safe

                  With deep stories

                                    His childhood disappointments

                                                      At our community church.

                                    I never knew!

                                                      Why???

The familiar sights

                  Cholla cactus

                                    Graceful with arms extended

                  Yucca

                                    Sharp spikes pointing heavenly

                  Pinon pine trees

                  Cedar trees

                                    The smell I love!

                  Oak brush, orange at this time of the year

                  Dead trees ravaged by drought and bugs

                  A windy trail, bumpy with rocks

                                    Reminds me of a Canyon Lullaby!

We try to make daily trips to the ranch,

                  But our busy schedule doesn’t allow.

Each trip feeds my soul, my spirit, my heart!

The train whistles in the background

                  Of my life here

                                    Several times a day

                                    Welcomed and comforting!

This house I inherited overflows

                  With Mom and Dad

I just used Mom’s pressure cooker

                  To cook spaghetti noodles

                  She called it her “Poor Man Microwave.”

Dad’s pot on the stove

                  To add some humidity to this dry climate.

Here my life is

                  Ranch business,

                  English, English, English!

                  No one knocks on my door anymore               

                                    My brother only

I visited my 96-year-old friend

                  But she’s failing!

That’s the here, but underneath

                  The “there” beckons!

Life there!

Our new life in Panama

                  Green jungle surrounds us

                  New friends live near us

                                    They knock on my door.

                  Beautiful clear mornings as we look towards

                                    Vulcan Barú

                  Rainy afternoons during the rainy season now.

Our life carved out

                  Two markets for fun and people

                  A knitting group

My recovery group

Basketball games, following one of our landlords

A more relaxed life

                  Less stress

                  US politics not the focus

No dishwasher in our rental house

                  Gives me time looking out the window

                                    At the green

                                    The colorful flowers

                                    The hummingbird buzzing the lavender flowers

                                                      Being present

                                                                        A gift!

Here my life is

                  My book business

                  Spanish, English, Spanish

                                    Which I love!

I never planned to move

                  To Panama

I planned to live and die in Tijeras

                  And visit Branson

My here and there

                  Used to be Tijeras, then Branson

But we stood on our decision and morals

                  We said no to the insanity

                  We took action,

                                    Well planned by Lin

                  And it happened

Here and there—juggling these two lives

                  When I’m here, I think of there.

                  When I’m there, I yearn for here.


My Writing Group

I shared this on Monday with my Writing Group from New Mexico at a Zoom meeting. One person’s critiqued: “I loved the homeyness of it. Also, I can relate to the train because I had a train in my childhood. I also love the line – ‘The “here” now.’”

Another writer in the group shared he loved the visuals and it felt so many of the topics in it were universal.

Finally,

Juggling the here and there has become an art for me—I’ve done it my whole life. What are your thoughts about this poem? Any line resonate with you? Any topic remind you of something in your life? I hope it did and please share it.

Larada Horner-Miller - here
Here or there? Where am I?

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Memories · MY LIFE · My Thoughts · Politics · Self-publishing

Day 11 – A New Year—Here’s My First Book, An Old Friend!

We face a new year, so I want to acquaint or reacquaint you with my first book, This Tumbleweed Landed. Even though I published it eleven years ago, its message is timeless.

In Day 5 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge, I told you the back story of this book. Read it here: https://laradasbooks.com/2026/01/05/day-5-dont-wait/

This Tumbleweed Landed - new year

I wrote This Tumbleweed Landed in 1992 or 1993 in a teacher’s workshop and then it sat on my computer—no really. It sat on a 3 1/2 disk from an older 2E computer. I returned to it after my mom died in 2013. After attending a writing workshop, I added some essays I wrote and published it in 2014, liking what the combination of poetry and prose did. The funny thing—this combination has become by trademark in most of my ten books!

In 2014, my husband, Lin, and I had a delightful day photographing the cover picture. It was a cold March day with the wind blowing as only it came on the prairie in southeastern Colorado. I wanted a picture of a tumbleweed stuck in the fence, so we headed east to our ranch. We took several pictures facing northeast, so I had several to choose from when I selected one for the cover. A serendipitous moment happened when I realized we had Mesa de Maya in the background, a notable volcanic mesa in our area that dates back to 1893.

After I opened that first box of books and sold them, I reordered more, absolutely in shock! When I wrote and published this book, I thought it would sale to local friends and family only because it was about life in my hometown. But interested expanded. Being on Amazon, people easily bought it.

I love all of my ten books, but what made this book special besides being the first I published is a dear friend drew four original drawings for it. Jackie (JR) Gilstrap was the artist. When I asked him to do it, he said yes quickly—no second thought. He captured the thought and emotion of the poems he illustrated, so they add so much to this book. Here they are: https://laradasbooks.com/j-rs-drawings/

In a later book, A Time to Grow Up: A Daughter’s Grief (And Growth) Memoir, I had my niece illustrated that book. The idea came from my collaboration on my first book.

At the beginning of my writing career, I didn’t know to enter books into contests, but I joined the New Mexico Coop which met monthly. There I learned about the New Mexico-Arizona book awards. So, I entered my book in 2016 and became a New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards “Finalist” in one category: Biography (Other). When the banquet came around, Lin and I went all excited, and I was scared. I didn’t win, but the process taught me what to do, and I have followed in continuously. In fact, I have only not entered two of my books in this contest: the last one, Was It a Dream?, because of our move and Is My Truth Universal?: A Woman’s Poetic Odyssey because I use it for promoting this five-book series.

A new year brings so many new things, but I thought revisiting a dear old friend was a great way to start the year.

Larada Horner-Miller - new year
Always be willing to visit an old friend!

PS – I have been participating in the Ultimate Blog Challenge, posting a blog post every day the month of January. If you have missed the previous eleven, you can see the list here: https://laradasbooks.com/ultimate-blog-challenge-january-2026/


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