Building bridges, not walls
‘After almost a month passed and we had not heard from you, my father asked your mother if he should approach his friends in the police department and look for you. but your mother refused. ‘I know my daughter. she will not come back unless she wants to. she doesn’t want to, yet.’
Yvonne Battle Felton discusses her publishing experience and the how she found an editor for her first novel, ‘Remembered’.
I paint a lot of the landscapes that I see as I’m hiking … sometimes it’s the view I get…
Whatever the mainstream narrative is, there may be some truth to that narrative but … there are always many other…
One of the reasons we move so much is that we look at the communities … when we moved to…
I do use made-up words in my fiction, peppered in amongst the English … for example, ‘gracekeeper’ is not a…
I sat on the raw wood bench outside the hut. The sun had yet to show from behind the rugged…
On the Road to Ormskirk I find pavement I have driven before in another state, across a border, across an…
A Short, Sweet Lesson in French-Muslim History ‘Parfait, Alice!’ Our instructor Guillaume, a French pastry chef, claps his hands in rapturous…
Sleet turned to hail as the sky darkened into evening. An occasional streetlight still functioned, flickering with a dull orange…
THE WANDERING BARD 