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Pamela Stockwell

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A Boundless Place

All she had to do was break through the grief that bound her and take a chance on life again.
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Praise for A Boundless Place

A heartwarming, delightful debut. You can't help loving Pamela Stockwell's grumpy, quirky characters, and you'll wish you were their neighbor on Magnolia Avenue too.

LINDA ROSEN, author of Sisters of the Vine

A Boundless Place is a delightful, easy, read that is sweet as sunshine.

LAINEY CAMERON, award winning author of The Exist Strategy and host of the Best of Women's Fiction podcast

Stockwell's writing is heartfelt and touching . . . The characters will stay with me for a long time.

VIRGINIA MCCULLOUGH, author of Island Healing

In The Press

Books & Anthologies

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The Tender Silver Stars

In 1972, change is sweeping the world, but it isn’t coming fast enough to South Carolina. 


Not for Triss Littlefield, anyway. She has always wanted to become an attorney—just like her father, brother, and grandfather. But her wealthy, influential grandfather who raised her won't hear of it. She attempts to go it on her own until the day she commits an impetuous act that threatens to derail her life.


Everlove Porter, the daughter of a working-class Black family, is not looking for change but it finds her anyway. She has always followed the rules, living up to the expectations of everyone around her. Then one day, she doesn’t and blows up the life she has always known. 


By chance, the women meet, become friends, and help each other find new paths in a world that tells them who they should be and how they should behave. They might have given up if the indomitable Mrs. McCabe didn’t step in to offer her eighty-plus years of experience—whether they want it or not.


Can the two women build new lives from the ones they shattered?


Readers of Clare Pooley's Iona Iverson's Rules for Commuting will enjoy this uplifting tale of unlikely friendships and the quest for fulfillment. 



17th Annual National IndieExcellence® Awards|2023

Finalist -- A Boundless Place

Florida Authors and Publishers Association’s Annual President’s Book Awards |2022

Bronze Medal for A Boundless Place

Best Book Awards Best Cover Design | 2022

Finalist for A Boundless Place

LBW Page 100 Writing Competition | 2020

Winner – A Boundless Place


Story Circle Network's LifeWriting Contest | 2022

Second Place for "The Phoenix Family"


A Million Ways * Stories of Motherhood |2023 "If I Tell You My Name"

Story Circle Network | 2022

“Veterans Day at the Veterans Day Memorial" appeared in Real Women Write: Seeing Through Their Eyes

Sparked Literary Magazine | 2021

"A Slash of Light" published here.

Poetry Awards

Story Circle Network's Annual Poetry Contest |2023

Second Place for "Photographs"

News and Events


At 17, she poses, poised

Fixed fast in black and white with Bobby socks and bouncing hair

A luminescent smile hides a homelife of hardship

But she beams because she has met my father whom she will marry

And she will exchange her shifting sands for an immovable mountain



At 27, she is imperturbable

In her Jackie Kennedy suit and bouffant bob that belies her beginnings

But that is behind her now and she is moving onwards

Going overseas with her Air Force husband and two young daughters

Her family circle content, complete


At 37, she frosts her hair and wears wild print pants that are caught in Kodak color

It is the unsettled seventies and I am eleven and she knows everything

Her self-assurance is a rock I can tie my boat to

As I drift and explore

Within the safety of her sphere


At 47 she sports shoulder pads and belted waist

I am twenty-one, and she knows nothing of my life in college and the challenges I face

But we smile at my college commencement as if we are friends and as if

I know all about her life

While she knows nothing of mine


At 52 she softens into middle age flashing the same incandescent smile

But gray flecks crosshatch her caramel hair and crow’s feet bracket her eyes

She says the one thing I need to hear to leave my train-wreck marriage

And I flee home grateful for the refuge, the reliable retreat

We rub and grate, but we have learned to soften the edges of our collisions


At 62, she dies.

She succumbs to cancer

And I wonder who, now, will guide me on my path, who will stand back until asked

Who will whisper the right words, who will hold my hand

open their arms, have my back, hear my voice


and then I hear a tenuous murmur rippling at the margins of my spiraling sorrow

something implanted, instilled, ingrained, gathering strength, growing stronger, resonating

and I know now where she resides.

This poem is dedicated to my mother, Gail Armstrong, and what more can I say that isn't here?

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This is the Story of a Flag

This is the story of a flag

that flew in October’s opal skies

and December’s disconsolate clouds

snapping in the clamorous din of football games

until Colin took a knee.


and then


under its striped glory

some of us saw a man who protested



his silent action


for the voiceless

for the downed brown men

and women

and boys

and girls

who sold cigarettes

passed a fake twenty

carried a knife

got stopped for a traffic violation

played in a park

walked with a friend


slept at home


who police



knelt on

rough rode

and shot

and shot

and shot

and shot

and shot


Some say

this kneeling man

disrespected that flag

while others say the flag

never respected him

and that it flies over souls

fleeing brown bodies

at the hands of men in blue


This is the flag we pledged allegiance to

And to the republic for which it stands

but then we learned

it is not one nation

under God

and it is not indivisible

and there is not liberty nor justice for all


And under that flag

instead of bridges

to cross the divide

or gain some understanding

that all men and women are not equal

the voices

of those who will not listen

fall like blades

into the breach

shaving canyon walls

so the rift widens

and we can’t see each other

across the yawning gap of



And this flag was there

on January 6

when rioters 

smashed glass

splintered wood

brandished their flags

bludgeoned with their flags

tore a nation asunder

with their flags


And who now owns this flag?

The people who

say blue lives matter

then beat a police officer

with the flag?

The people who

built a gallows that cast long shadows

across the lawn of the heart of our nation

and punctuated it with the loop of a noose?

The people who

have their knees pressed firmly

on democracy’s throat?


This is the story of a flag.

That flailed in the gunmetal gray skies

of winter

and witnessed the fracturing of a nation



About Pamela

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Pamela Stockwell was born in Texas and raised in South Carolina. In between, she lived in the Philippines and, along with her big sister, became fluent in Tagalog name-calling. She abandoned her foreign language studies at age five and went on to earn a Bachelor’s Degree in Journalism from the University of South Carolina. She lives with her husband and three children on a small farm in New Jersey. She is a member of the Princeton Writing Group and Women's Fiction Writers Association (WFWA). 


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