Greetings, all. I am back from a much-needed vacation! Blue Hill was wonderful. I always feel close to Emilie Loring there. Nova Scotia inspired. Cape Cod made connections. And Boston reassured. This was where Emilie began and her biography took root. Every time I am here, I feel the necessity of telling her story. Now that … More Travails of Biography: The Brutal, Problematic and Necessary Job of Editing
A year in the making, Peggy’s guest post takes us on a tour of all fifty of the Emilie Loring books. Strap in for the fun ride ahead! A Year’s Goal In June 2018, I was delighted to find Patti Bender’s website devoted to the works and life of author Emilie Loring after years of … More Guest Post: A Year With Emilie Loring
The phone rings. It’s Hollywood calling. They want to bring an Emilie Loring novel to the silver screen for the first time, and as an Emilie Loring expert, you’re asked to weigh in on the cast. You can have any actors from any time periods. Who do you see in your movie? Here are some … More Who Would You Cast in the Movie?
Under this year’s Christmas tree was an intriguing present: “To Patti from Emilie Loring.” That would be some trick! Of course, I knew it was from my husband, but what had he discovered? A hardback I don’t have yet? Something from a Boston or Blue Hill gift shop? Excitedly, I opened the gift bag… and … More A Present from Emilie Loring
We first met Heide in When the Best Stories are Both New and Old. I’m so happy she agreed to write us a full post. Enjoy! The first Emilie Loring book I read was Bright Skies. I don’t really remember why I picked up that book in the little school library [My cousin and I were helping my aunt … More Guest Post: A Cheerful Print Frock and Emilie Loring
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Here’s a little wearing’ o’ the green in Boston and Blue Hill and an affectionate look at Emilie Loring’s memorable, Irish characters. “I’m Bridie, the head chambermaid, Miss… Sure an’ ye’ll like it here, fine. I come to this house as a gur-rl more’n twenty-five years ago, an’ I ain’t never … More Sure, an’ ‘Tis a Fine Day fer the Blarney