Easter Ellen Transistor (https://transistor.fm) https://feeds.transistor.fm/easter-ellen Welcome. I’m Easter Ellen. I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds. Some are arguably true, some are suspiciously borrowed from memory, some are robustly exaggerated, and some are made up entirely from the pure delight of imagining. Mostly, I write what persists stubbornly enough that I can no longer ignore it. If you enjoy these pieces, subscribe so you do not miss the next one. You can find more of my writing, reflections, audio pieces, and creative work at easterellen.com. You can also find me on YouTube at EasterEllen, where I share longer stories, thoughts, and conversations about change, choice, self-trust, and moving forward. © 2026 Easter Ellen a4848d20-f457-5e84-9b5c-74824013e817 yes en Thu, 25 Jun 2026 14:26:20 -0400 Thu, 25 Jun 2026 14:29:28 -0400 https://easterellen.com https://img.transistorcdn.com/OnkZ0vWAUxl0y2wYnR6-Bdlli-il6-6UJAPZfhcaxfY/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:1400/h:1400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS82MzJk/ZWMwNDM4YTYzNzNi/NjQ4NDMyOTY0ZGQ4/ZTllYi5wbmc.jpg Easter Ellen https://easterellen.com episodic Easter Ellen Welcome. I’m Easter Ellen. I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds. Some are arguably true, some are suspiciously borrowed from memory, some are robustly exaggerated, and some are made up entirely from the pure delight of imagining. Mostly, I write what persists stubbornly enough that I can no longer ignore it. If you enjoy these pieces, subscribe so you do not miss the next one. You can find more of my writing, reflections, audio pieces, and creative work at easterellen.com. You can also find me on YouTube at EasterEllen, where I share longer stories, thoughts, and conversations about change, choice, self-trust, and moving forward. Welcome. writing, prose, stories, reflections, personal essays, poetry, intentional living, humour, audio readings, Easter Ellen Easter Ellen easter@easterellen.com No No I Haven't Had My Coffee Yet 4 4 I Haven't Had My Coffee Yet full 7b6cfe0b-19e0-426b-b3c0-45124c024dd7 https://share.transistor.fm/s/f591e564 I Haven’t Had My Coffee Yet


I forgot my coffee.

That was problem number one.

Problem number two was a delightful five-year-old who wanted to discuss an urgent matter on the drive to ballet:

How exactly does a person keep all their words inside?

What followed was twenty uninterrupted minutes of talking about not talking.

As it turns out, some children are born with enough words for an entire neighbourhood.

This story is for the mothers, grandmothers, teachers, and anyone who has ever loved a child whose thoughts simply refuse to wait their turn.

And yes.

This one actually happened.


About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> I Haven’t Had My Coffee Yet


I forgot my coffee.

That was problem number one.

Problem number two was a delightful five-year-old who wanted to discuss an urgent matter on the drive to ballet:

How exactly does a person keep all their words inside?

What followed was twenty uninterrupted minutes of talking about not talking.

As it turns out, some children are born with enough words for an entire neighbourhood.

This story is for the mothers, grandmothers, teachers, and anyone who has ever loved a child whose thoughts simply refuse to wait their turn.

And yes.

This one actually happened.


About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> Wed, 24 Jun 2026 11:38:04 -0400 Easter Ellen Easter Ellen 638 I Haven’t Had My Coffee Yet


I forgot my coffee.

That was problem number one.

Problem number two was a delightful five-year-old who wanted to discuss an urgent matter on the drive to ballet:

How exactly does a person keep all their words inside?

What followed was twenty uninterrupted minutes of talking about not talking.

As it turns out, some children are born with enough words for an entire neighbourhood.

This story is for the mothers, grandmothers, teachers, and anyone who has ever loved a child whose thoughts simply refuse to wait their turn.

And yes.

This one actually happened.


About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> writing, prose, stories, reflections, personal essays, poetry, intentional living, humour, audio readings, Easter Ellen No The Teacup Without a Mate 3 3 The Teacup Without a Mate full cf7676ec-d5fb-48e2-8a18-a12dc1431752 https://share.transistor.fm/s/bada9dc4 In this episode, I share an original story called The Teacup Without a Mate.


A little girl reaches for a beautiful teacup she was never meant to touch. What follows is a tender story about childhood, mistakes, forgiveness, and the treasures we sometimes protect so carefully that we forget to enjoy them.


About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> In this episode, I share an original story called The Teacup Without a Mate.


A little girl reaches for a beautiful teacup she was never meant to touch. What follows is a tender story about childhood, mistakes, forgiveness, and the treasures we sometimes protect so carefully that we forget to enjoy them.


About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> Sun, 21 Jun 2026 17:58:21 -0400 Easter Ellen Easter Ellen 1397 In this episode, I share an original story called The Teacup Without a Mate.


A little girl reaches for a beautiful teacup she was never meant to touch. What follows is a tender story about childhood, mistakes, forgiveness, and the treasures we sometimes protect so carefully that we forget to enjoy them.


About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> writing, prose, stories, reflections, personal essays, poetry, intentional living, humour, audio readings, Easter Ellen No The Sunset Gift 2 2 The Sunset Gift full 27dd0438-929c-41ae-a9d9-d5421a5ed13f https://share.transistor.fm/s/f0632d81 Sometimes I wonder, when I see the magnificence of sunset, just how God designs it so perfectly every night. This is a short story about the gift of sunset. 

About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> Sometimes I wonder, when I see the magnificence of sunset, just how God designs it so perfectly every night. This is a short story about the gift of sunset. 

About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> Sun, 14 Jun 2026 20:36:12 -0400 Easter Ellen Easter Ellen 125 Sometimes I wonder, when I see the magnificence of sunset, just how God designs it so perfectly every night. This is a short story about the gift of sunset. 

About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> writing, prose, stories, reflections, personal essays, poetry, intentional living, humour, audio readings, Easter Ellen No The Broken Shell 1 1 The Broken Shell full 5a231e82-e8fa-43f6-80d9-4cb1edb956f8 https://share.transistor.fm/s/1a5756ce A tiny fragment of a bright pink eggshell remains on the floor after an Easter morning tradition, carrying with it the memory of one little girl’s magnificent egg, her absolute certainty that it could never break, and the lesson that followed when it did.


The Broken Shell is a reflective prose reading by Easter Ellen about childhood, motherhood, memory, and the things we cannot always protect the people we love from learning.


About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> A tiny fragment of a bright pink eggshell remains on the floor after an Easter morning tradition, carrying with it the memory of one little girl’s magnificent egg, her absolute certainty that it could never break, and the lesson that followed when it did.


The Broken Shell is a reflective prose reading by Easter Ellen about childhood, motherhood, memory, and the things we cannot always protect the people we love from learning.


About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

]]> Fri, 12 Jun 2026 15:38:18 -0400 Easter Ellen Easter Ellen 514 A tiny fragment of a bright pink eggshell remains on the floor after an Easter morning tradition, carrying with it the memory of one little girl’s magnificent egg, her absolute certainty that it could never break, and the lesson that followed when it did.


The Broken Shell is a reflective prose reading by Easter Ellen about childhood, motherhood, memory, and the things we cannot always protect the people we love from learning.


About These Stories

I write stories, reflections, and imagined entire worlds! Some are arguably true, some suspiciously borrowed from memory, some robustly exaggerated, and some entirely made up from the pure delight of imagining, capturing whatever is persisting stubbornly enough that I simply cannot ignore it any longer.

More writing, reflections, and audio pieces live at easterellen.com.

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