Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
"There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting things that trouble us, allowing them to fall away like drifted leaves. There is no better time to dance again, to make the most out of every crumb of sunlight and warm body and soul with its rays before it falls asleep and becomes... Continue Reading →
"But what about her uncle? She had so little to go on, practically nothing of any substance, and yet he loomed so large over the entire household. He was a mythic creature, a legend. It was impossible to imagine him as the father at a wedding. Dancing? Rejoicing? He slipped out of all the scenarios... Continue Reading →
"The purpose of that place still continues to elude them. Is it merely an aberration of physics? Some kind of warp in space? Or just a topiary labyrinth on a much grander scale? Perhaps it serves a funeral purpose? Conceals a secret? Protects something? Imprisons or hides some kind of monster? Or for that matter,... Continue Reading →
"His face twisted slightly with irritation. The courier should have been dead - records destroyed, history altered, the past ended. It should have been easy. Just as easy as all the other lives, so many other souls erased from the world in the years since that hot July day." A former Vietnam veteran, CIA operative... Continue Reading →
"Here is what I believe: distance is more important than time. The Earth travels about twenty miles every second. It's easy enough to figure out = pi, our distance from the sun, three hundred sixty-five days, and there you go. Twenty miles per second." In 2007 a husband, wife, and their son have taken up... Continue Reading →
"War makes possible enemies out of people whom we have considered friendly acquaintances for many years. Yet the dangers attendant on having people who would furnish information to the enemy in our midst is too great to allow a relaxation of alertness. Aliens loyal to Mussolini or Hitler are just as dangerous to us right... Continue Reading →
"She smiled for the camera, of course, like a dutiful daughter, but when people say 'her smile didn't reach her eyes'...well, looking at this picture, I understood that phrase. Had she been thinking about her application to Julliard when this picture was taken? Had the fact that she was talented enough to apply not been... Continue Reading →
"A writing life is at the very least a double life. It is a life in which not only memory but also forgetfulness has value." This wonderful resource takes the author's personal experiences, literary references, and environmental variances to address common hindrances for the dawning of and hopeful success in writing. There is so much... Continue Reading →
"As I read it I experienced what was becoming a familiar sensation: the world was rearranging itself around me while I processed words from a liquid-crystal display. So much of the most important personal news I'd received in the last several years had come to me by smartphone while I was abroad in the city... Continue Reading →
"You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices." At the heart of the city and ingrained in the people of Winesburg, Ohio is a purity, an optimism that over time becomes tainted, decayed, distorted because of missed opportunities or common mistakes experienced in... Continue Reading →
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