Have you noticed a change in the tone of public media lately? Several months in, after attending to each report, each analysis, and each prediction of the Covid-19 pandemic, there is a collective yearning for something more. We know the challenge, and we are in it for the long haul, but to make the journey, … More “Refreshed.” It’s a great word, isn’t it?
I wonder how many of us read our first Emilie Loring book on some sort of transportation. I was on a train, and our guest writer, Ruth, read her first on a bus. Settle back and enjoy her journey: It was the summer of 1956; I was 18, and this was the first time I … More Guest Post: My Incredibly Delightful Emilie Loring Journey
Her books are not too naïve or idealistic for a grown woman. She was no inexperienced girl when she wrote them. … More Inspired by Emilie Loring
I sat down in a Denver coffee shop recently to visit with Tina Lewis Rowe. Tina was the first woman to patrol the Denver streets in a police car. Twenty-five years later, she had worked her way to the rank of Captain. By the time of the Oklahoma City bombing, she was the President-appointed … More Free to a Good Home: Emilie Loring Books
How often do you see something with fresh eyes, notice something you hadn’t seen before? It’s a simple thing, but it’s been happening a lot since my husband and I both got new cameras. We walk the same green-belt path near our house day after day, week after week, but all of a sudden, we’re … More Reading With Fresh Eyes
It’s a dream of mine to have a library. I would have shelves on three walls, some open and some with glass doors. The fourth wall would have a big, beautiful window overlooking something lovely, with a comfortable desk and chair facing outward to capture the view. In the center of the room, I’d have … More Our Selves in our Libraries
Emilie Loring’s father often strung together Charles Dickens’ titles to create a story. In 1941, she did the same with hers in “The Story the Titles Told:” “Like all beginning writers I fared forth on The Trail of Conflict, then plodded on ’til suddenly I exclaimed, Here Comes the Sun! On I went until … More The Story Her Titles Told
