Below is the opening setting from, The Glass Rainbow, (Burke, 2010). Note how Mr. Burke incorporates sight, sound, smell and taste, thereby immersing readers in the narrator’s location. The room I had rented in an old part of Natchez seemed more reflective of New Orleans than a river town in Mississippi…the courtyard outside touched with…
Every year about this time, Fred, my muse and history buff, and I meet. This year, I located him hanging in the closet. He assured me that many people have skeletons there. “Have I ever told you about my years in Cripple Creek?” Chewing on a piece of Halloween candy, I shook my head. “In…
At this very moment, I think I’m done. I’m at the, How-in-the-world-did-my-fingertips-get-on-this-key board-exhausted stage. You know the self-accusatory questions: “Do I have mono?” “Do I have COVID?” “Was there too much chamomile in my tea?” “What’s happening?” “Where are my ideas?” Therefore, I’m making this blog simple. Yet super valuable. UPCOMING CELEBRATIONS: Is it a…
My fellow customer arches his bushy eyebrows, the left one forming a tent top.
Still recovering from a recent surgery, I’ve somehow missed the greening of spring, scent of heavy-laden lilacs, hyacinths in full-blooms, colorful tulips, and leafing of aspen in lower elevations. Any type of health is easy to take for granted — vision, smelling, walking and the ability to stand in a long line at the store….