For All Your Life is a natural choice for the first day of fall. There was an outsize gold-and-crimson maple leaf of weatherproof metal attached to the trunk of a gigantic oak. Its tip pointed east. TO THE MOUNTAIN, it directed. “Motorists will begin to flock to see the foliage tomorrow. The different shapes and … More “For All Your Life” Begins So Well
“A formula, Mr. Lee, is like a unicorn. There isn’t any such animal for me.” … More No Formula Could Produce These Stories
“I make myself a present on a book’s birthday to square never celebrating my own.” Beckoning Trails Like Molly B. in Beckoning Trails, Emilie Loring stopped celebrating birthdays and, instead, celebrated the release of each new book–an annual accomplishment that occurred thirty times during her lifetime. (You can see her full list and links … More For Her Birthday: My Favorite Emilie Loring Books
She was waiting at the Gift Shop for the films she had left to be developed when she became aware of the man standing beside her looking at bracelets. Sharp-eyed, rapier-tongued Ella Crane, the saleswoman, was expatiating on the charm and desirability of an ugly super-expensive silver band. As she went to the window to … More Emilie Loring’s Last Book: To Love and to Honor
As we get to Emilie Loring’s final, complete novel, To Love and to Honor, I wonder. Should I write about the plot, her writing style and language, personal and historical references in the book, what was going on in her life as it neared its end? I’ve started this blog post four times–once each for story, … More I Said to Myself, “I Know This Place.”
The season of summer visiting has arrived. Open the summer cottage, set lawn chairs out in the shade, and invite friends and family for barbecues, picnics, parties–and yes, afternoon teas. Last week, my husband and I were privileged to share in a four-day, 90th birthday celebration with the extended Loring family. As you might guess, … More It’s the Season of Summer Socials!
Tracking down Emilie Loring’s short stories isn’t easy. Early in her career, she submitted stories to magazines whose circulation was small and which have not been saved in libraries. The finding aid of her archives at Boston University helped me to locate some of them. It has been pure luck–or destiny–that I have found others while … More Short Stories by Emilie Loring