From the hollow, looking up at Hog Ridge Mountain at night, the faint glow from Lottie’s lantern was always visible. It was easy to lose the flickering among the fireflies, but then you realized one glow wasn’t moving Her pa made her sit outside when she wanted to read, but only after dark when she finished all … Continue reading Bookworm
Tag: Books
A writer of tales
I think I was born with a book in my hands. Once I met Dick, Jane and Spot, and learned how to control that magical superpower - reading - there was no stopping me. I flew dragons on Pern, rode sandworms across the vast deserts of Dune, and sailed the oceans aboard a pink sea … Continue reading A writer of tales
Bibliophile
I’m not a fan of literary technology. I prefer my books in their natural state - paper and cardboard. If they are bound in leather or buckram, all the better. I like feeling the weight of the words in my hands, touching the pages with my fingertips, inhaling the words like breathing in air. When … Continue reading Bibliophile
Duck pond
"It was only a duck pond, at the back of the farm." Standing in the middle of the packed-dirt lane, his demeanor said more than his words. If he made that benign assertion often enough, people would believe him, or he would believe it too. Old folks, like Miz Rose, swore there was a prehistoric … Continue reading Duck pond
Drawing the line on bigotry
I read something online recently where this guy was ranting about one of my favorite scifi writers, Orson Scott Card. This guy considered the author a bigot (actually he used a very colorful adjective to describe him) and even though he wanted to read his books (Ender’s Game series) and watch the movies based on … Continue reading Drawing the line on bigotry
Reading chair
Once upon a time there were books. Stories printed on white sheets of paper, all bound together between two hardcovers. Sometimes there were pictures to help illustrate these stories. These books were like specials friends who took me to wondrous places, introduced me to amazing characters, and fed my imagination. When I was young, I … Continue reading Reading chair



