You’re listening to Station WBZ, coming to you from our studios at the Hotel Bradford in Boston. Tonight’s program is “Ask the Children,” the quiz program that provides fun and knowledge for the entire family. Our Quiz Master is Mr. Selden M. Loring, a writer of children’s stories and son of the popular novelist, Emilie … More How Would You Do On This “Ask the Children” Quiz?
When I was in school, the yearbook put girls’ and boys’ pictures in separate sections, and I never thought about it. I went to a university that had no coed dorms and had the men’s and women’s dorms on opposite sides of the campus. I accepted that, too; I was used to being segregated by … More Why Wouldn’t a Woman Want to Vote?
I’m up at the lake, barefoot most of the day, ready to wade or hop into a kayak at a moment’s notice. At night, I curl up atop a homemade quilt and read to the sound of lapping water. Emilie Loring read all summer, too. Her shelves were stocked with aspirational reading, and she signed … More Summer Days and a Summer Story for You
Welcome to The Emilie Loring Collection’s 201st post! I had no idea it would go this long or far, nor that a community of Emilie readers would be the result. Whether you are a longtime reader or new, thank you for being here. It’s summer, and I’m making changes here as I do in my … More Welcome to The Emilie Loring Collection’s 201st Post: “Romance, Edited”
In another week, I’ll leave for my family’s summer cottage, Twin Pines, on a lake in Wisconsin. I feel closer to Emilie Loring during summer vacation. She changed to navy blue shorts, with a top of gay India print, white sandals, and caught up the green and gold pennant. Give Me One Summer True, we … More Summer Guests? Have Them Draw a Pig
The lure of summer is timeless; the desire is universal. … More Summer Reading, Summer Possibilities
Last night, I was reading Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman, and I had to stop. I’ve read the reviews, and I expect lifting spirits later in the story, but not yet. Eleanor’s loneliness, the cruelty of her past, and her confusion in the present could not take me to the sweet land of … More The Roving Spotlight of Literary Taste