Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
"A shipwreck gave a man limitless opportunity to know himself if only he cared to find out. He could always press further, dig deeper, find places no one had mastered. To Chatterton, there always seemed to be opportunity on a shipwreck, even the simple wrecks: the opportunity to confront the problems really worth solving, and... Continue Reading →
“She died in my arms saying, “I don’t want to die.” That is what death is like. It doesn’t matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn’t matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we could never have war anymore.” Children in books or movies that... Continue Reading →
"We were at a party. One girl said I was like her grandmother, now dead. I told her I'm nobody's grandmother and I'm not dead, and she said that made it perfect." What if the only thing on your bucket list was to literally fill a bucket before you kicked it. Eighty-two year old Etta... 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 →
There is nothing more enjoyable for a reader then the feeling of being transported into another place in time. When the author can have a distinct narrative for very different characters from different time periods or even settings without losing focus brings a gripping read that was difficult to put down. My initial expectations were... Continue Reading →
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