There is no frigate like a bookTo take us lands awayNor any coursers like a pageOf prancing poetry –This traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress of toll –How frugal is the chariotThat bears the human soul.Emily Dickinson
I’d read stories about people who became lost in the woods. The gas left in our tank, our mental resources, and a prayer were the only things keeping us from winding up among them.
No two persons ever read the same book.–Edmund Wilson I love the way readers make novels their own. I notice it most in reviews of my books. Invariably, a reviewer will decide a novel is about something I never intended. It is, for that person.
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There's something about a lonely road that I simply can't resist. Maybe it's the influence of Robert Frost, whose poem entitled "The Road Not Taken" carried me into vicarious adventures. I must have been twelve when I first read it, and it's had an impact on me ever since.
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Emigrants traveling the Oregon Trail needed to consume Vitamin C in order to avoid scurvy. This could be a challenge, since fresh produce was often not available. Apple cider vinegar, which is loaded with Vitamin C, usually was. Vinegar keeps well, part of its charm for travelers on the Oregon Trail. This concoction intrigued me enough … Continue Reading ››
"Books are a uniquely portable magic." Stephen King, Continue Reading ››Books have only become more portable with the advent of the digital age, with one slender device holding a library. I'll confess to being old-fashioned enough to resent that. I still think of books in terms of paper. I don't think …
Wherever we go, people are on their smartphones. Having a connection to the internet helps us avoid wasted time. Waiting for a bus, while in the doctor's waiting room, or standing in a grocery store line are places to check email, network, surf the web, listen to podcasts, and the like. I've caught myself reaching for my … Continue Reading ››
Do you recall the vivid dreams you had in childhood? My favorite was the one where I got to fly. Some dreams happened with my eyes open, usually in school while I gazed out the window. There's nothing quite so surprising as the teacher interrupting your foray into an imaginary world. It's my job to dream now, to … Continue Reading ››
Whether traveling to a literary event, ferreting information at a research location, or spending time at my writing desk, I record my findings in this online journal. Life has taken me in a direction I never wanted to go. An extended family member passed away suddenly. I'm still recovering from the shock. When faced with someone … Continue Reading ››