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Category Archives: Llamas
Just as world strife was churning into what would become World War II, Louise Dickinson Rich left an upper middle class world outside of Boston and moved to the northern woods of Maine to create a life and a family … Continue reading
When the first foot of snow fell on October 4, it marked the beginning of a winter of never ending storms that would eventually do their best to consume me. Once or twice a week, clouds gathered over the Zirkel … Continue reading
It would take great determination to ignore the nudge of implied importance each new year brings with it. When it came around a year ago, I felt it through a muffle of physical exhaustion and the sense that I was … Continue reading
There’s a distinct possibility that at some point in time, all roads of meaning pass through Estes Park, Colorado. In 1873, Isabella Bird visited Estes Park when the only other human resident was mountain man James Nugent and the … Continue reading
“….the rush forward to the end, the leap that you take into the middle of danger when all you can do is look straight at it, because whatever is coming will come.” — from The Postmistress, by Sarah Blake … Continue reading
If you can’t tolerate being alone with yourself in silence for hours on end, don’t contemplate taking up writing as a career. There’s a possibility that the deliciously documented insanity of an impressively large number of literary greats might simply … Continue reading