“Sightlines” wins honorable mention at San Franciso Book Award Festival!
Hey! SF Book Festival just awarded an honorable mention to “Sightlines: A Family Love Story in Poetry & Music” in the audio/spoken word category!
Hey! SF Book Festival just awarded an honorable mention to “Sightlines: A Family Love Story in Poetry & Music” in the audio/spoken word category!
On June 10th when I posted on The 100 Things Challenge that Dave Bruno is campaigning for on his Guy Named Dave blog, little did I imagine that I’d receive a call from Kyra Kyles to contribute to her article “Living with less: One man’s quest to do away with all but 100 belongings is…
Anthology Call for Submissions Wisdom Has a Voice: Every Daughter’s Memories of Mother Editors: Kate Farrell & Lynn Henriksen This groundbreaking anthology, to be released October 2011, will include 25 true and compelling stories about mother (or mother figures) that express the wisdom shared or learned from a particular experience. We are looking for personal…
Mary Trimble posted an essay my father wrote. Mary says: Our own Janet Riehl’s father, Erwin Thompson, and I have been cyber friends and exchanged books and ideas over the years. This week’s post features Mr. Thompson and is about a memorable show he saw in France with Bing Crosby and Bob Hope. ******************************************* About…
Marcel Toussaint and I met through the St. Louis Writers Guild. Besides being a brilliant and productive Poet-Lyricist-Novelist, I can attest that Marcel is a dream on the dance floor–as I discovered at a STL Writers Guild party. Marcel was also kind enough to respond to the sample from “Sightlines: A Family Love Story in…
Elwood P. Dowd: Years ago my mother used to say to me, she’d say, “In this world, Elwood, you must be” – she always called me Elwood – “In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant.” Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me….
Happiness by Jane Kenyon There’s just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away. And how can you not forgive? You make a feast in honor of what was lost, and take from its place…
I saw this earlier and was delighted that you did so well. Congratulations!
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