If you are new to Emilie Loring, “Why?” is a fun story on its own.
If you are a longtime “Emilie” reader, watch for elements that later appeared in her full-fledged novels. … More An Original, Emilie Loring Story: “Why?”
Emilie Loring’s books are like cardigans, not edgy or ground-breaking, but classic, comfortable across generations, and somehow always just right. … More Emilie Loring: Cardigans of Literature
At used book stores, I rummage through stacks of old magazines, looking to complete my Emilie Loring short story collection. Today’s story comes from Rural Progress magazine a short-lived publication that was founded during the Depression and sent to farm homes in towns smaller than one thousand. Even then, it was distributed to only six … More “Freedom for Two” an Emilie Loring Short Story
A boat with a mother-of-pearl sail drifted by slowly not far from shore. A salty breeze picked up the skipper’s voice: “Nita, Juanita, Ask thy soul if we should part.” “What a voice and what a song, perfect for this night,” Myles Jaffray approved. I Hear Adventure Calling It was a very old song. Caroline … More Let’s See, How Do Those Lines Go?
Today’s special guest post comes from Barbara Lowe in Oxford, Mississippi, who reinforces my claim that Emilie Loring is the thinking woman’s romance author. I must have been 15 or 16 when I discovered Emilie Loring in the McComb Public Library in McComb, Mississippi. Incurably romantic already (I had read all of the stories in … More Guest post: Emilie Loring is Literary “Comfort Food”
Summary: Bettina Bradlee had second thoughts after her hasty war marriage to Neil Carrington. He returned from service to find her recovering from a severe bout of flu and decidedly cool toward him. Bettina has gone to a Maine cabin to think things out, but Neil is there, too, investigating a lumber theft. We left … More Sunday Story: “White Magic” in the Maine Woods, Part II
Ready for more summer reading? Let’s step back one hundred one years for this novella by Emilie Loring. The road seemed to force its way through a growth of mammoth pine, spruce, and cedar which crowded close, as though jealous of the space it occupied. Some branches were snow laden, from others dripped long, glistening … More Sunday Story: “White Magic” in the Maine Woods, Part I