Crossing Paths and Discovered Gems
November 26, 2017
You never know where a clue will lead. … More Crossing Paths and Discovered Gems
Different Times Call for Different Books
November 20, 2017
I like Emilie Loring precisely because she wrote so many books that I enjoy, each satisfying something a little different at different times. In my twenties, I especially liked Rainbow at Dusk and Where Beauty Dwells. Since taking up writing myself, I’ve found new identification with Give Me One Summer and Beckoning Trails. from: For Her … More Different Times Call for Different Books
Memories in a Blueberry Mug
November 13, 2017
Facts aren’t just facts. Things aren’t just things. They hold memories etched into them with experience, knowledge, and emotion. … More Memories in a Blueberry Mug
Finding Garth the Gunmaker
November 5, 2017
Penelope Sherrod’s mother needs life-saving surgery, and the only way to afford it is for “Penny” to marry wealthy Donald Garth and turn her back on the scoundrel she really loves, Dick Wentworth. In one eventful day, Dick suggests an affair, Penny realizes she doesn’t love him after all, and she marries Don, but not … More Finding Garth the Gunmaker
Advice to Writers, On Style
October 29, 2017
“Who was it said ‘style in writing is like good manners in human intercourse’? It reminds me of one of the big writers. Can’t remember which, the resemblance keeps teasing at my mind.” Give Me One Summer The writer who said it was Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, in a series of lectures at the University … More Advice to Writers, On Style
One Touch of Lipstick Makes All Women Kin
October 26, 2017
I have just spent the weekend with two independent, accomplished, and beautiful young women–twenty-somethings, like Emilie Loring’s characters–and they set me to thinking about attitudes toward competence and beauty. As a child, I strove to earn A’s at school, and although I had school clothes, church clothes and play clothes, I don’t remember ever … More One Touch of Lipstick Makes All Women Kin
An Elusive Legacy: My Dearest Love
October 15, 2017
With startling unexpectedness the western sky crimsoned in streaks as though the sun, exasperated with the slow process of tinting, had flung his color brush straight at the heavens. Estelle French stole a glance at her companion. He was gazing at the west, rider and horse both motionless. The man sat with hat off, his … More An Elusive Legacy: My Dearest Love
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