Sunday Story, Part 3: “The Best is Yet to Be”
“So Tony’s ‘through with love forever,'” he thought with a chuckle. “Perhaps he is, but I wouldn’t take a thousand dollars for the fun that’s coming.” … More Sunday Story, Part 3: “The Best is Yet to Be”
“So Tony’s ‘through with love forever,'” he thought with a chuckle. “Perhaps he is, but I wouldn’t take a thousand dollars for the fun that’s coming.” … More Sunday Story, Part 3: “The Best is Yet to Be”
Last week: Anthony Vance is jilted on the day of his wedding and will lose his inheritance, if he is not married by noon. He offers Hope Damon, a total stranger whom he sees in the Park, one hundred thousand dollars, if she will marry him. She agrees. … More Sunday Story, Part 2: “The Best is Yet to Be”
Emilie Loring’s second serial story, “The Best is Yet to Be,” was published in 1917, five years before her first novel. It has not been seen since. Let’s change that. Chapter I “What brute has hurt you?” The girl with head bowed on the back of the park seat sat erect with a start. Her … More Sunday Story, Part 1: “The Best is Yet to Be”
Emilie Loring lived through some of the same challenges that we face now, in duplicate. Her approach was intentional. … More Why We Need Emilie Loring Right Now
Once again, I have been traveling. It wasn’t the adventurous kind of traveling that I sometimes do, jetting off to a new town, a new cottage, a new seashore, but I traveled 1,834 miles by car, nevertheless, and there’s plenty to see and to think about on a drive like that. As the miles melted … More When Books are People and an Invitation to Tea
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