Madeleine Hancey, also known as Fancy, was a fatherless child without direction or purpose. She spent her days not in quixotic daydreams but in a sort of fog that permeated mind and soul. The haze served as both a protector of unpleasantries and stifler of intrigues. In early adulthood Fancy was awakened out of her slumber and carried away into the world of indulgence, excitement, and merriment. The once dreamless sleeper began to envision many possibilities. It was in her twenties that she acquired the endearment, Fancy, a spin on her surname. Fancy romanticized every aspect of her life. She wore long flowing dresses and imagined herself as though at a European market when simply picking up flowers at the grocery store, something she did weekly. Fancy hosted dinner parties to enjoy the eclectic array of personalities found among her friends. She lodged in a modest home lined by a thin tree line but to Fancy it was something like a cottage in the woods from her favorite childhood ...
Learning to love God, others, and self from a healthier place of attachment and security.