Robert awoke in the middle of the night with a burning fever. The bed was soaked in sweat, and he was burning up from an intense fever. He crawled out of bed and staggered a few steps toward the bathroom for some water, but he was so weak and disoriented, he fell to the floor. Just before he passed out, he realized that if he was going to die, he
Many US Represented readers are writers, and no doubt, have heard the question, “Where do you get your ideas?” You probably agree with me that behind every story you write is a story. This is the story behind my children’s novel, Molly and the Cat Who Stole Her Tongue, published October, 2016. Out of the Box: The Story of a Story It was a dark and stormy night. Literally. The
“The Universe Bends Toward Justice” by Martin Luther King, Jr. / “The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry
Interlaced by Lucy Bell When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds of despair, When despair for the world grows in me And when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe working to pull down the
For decades, the simple words “Welcome to Colorful Colorado” have greeted millions of visitors, and for good reason. Colorado really is a colorful place, with snow-capped purple mountains, red sandstone spires, green forests, and rolling, golden prairies. Still, there’s nothing wrong with avoiding the tourist-trap locales you would expect to find in a travel brochure in search of places off the beaten path. Some of these spots are internationally famous
At seventy-two, my grandmother Linda recounted her memories of old with eager ease. The questions I asked triggered a flood of reminiscences of a young girl and her experiences with a now-very-distant world. The life Linda knew as a little girl is merely a distant memory of days gone by, and after our interview together, she realized just how far gone that world is today. Not better or worse—just different.
I saw the danger, yet I walked Along the enchanted way. . . . “On Raglan Road” More than three months now and I just can’t get the music of Van Morrison out of my heart and feet. After five full decades his voice, his songs, his high-art approach to backstreet blue ballads and stonegood rocking continues to astonish and humble and anchor. When I was young, I heard his