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Several years ago I was working as one of the managers of Farmington Bay Bird Refuge in Northern Utah. On one occasion I was doing a literature review of migration patterns of water birds and in the course of the review was reading about shorebirds of the Copper River Delta in Alaska... (click to read more) by Phil Douglass |
By Brian L. Porter A legacy is defined as anything handed down from the past from an ancestor. Some bestow monetary awards, others furniture and some even jewelry. But,in the case of Dr. Robert Cavendish in the book A Study in Red the legacy bestowed upon him was quite different. His father, when he died, had his journals given to Robert by his solicitor and the end result was anything but rich, gratifying or happy... (Go to Book Reviews to read more) I give this book: 5 Ripperologists to help solve the crimes and Five Sergeant Wright’s to assist. Fran Lewis: REVIEWER |

Writing is an essential form of communication for children of all ages. From the moment they enter school, children are asked to express their ideas in some form of writing or oral communication. As educators, we must model, guide and create experiences for our students to experience different them explore and develop their individual creativity. This book is designed to help teachers motivate reluctant writer and incorporate many different ideas and skills to help them enjoy writing. These are some of the prompts that I used with my students as the Writing Staff Developer in my school...(click to read more on the Writing & Promoting page) Writing Tips by Fran Lewis |
Secrets to Die For, Chapter 1 L.J. Sellers Author of the Detective Jackson mysteries The Sex Club, Secrets to Die For, The Baby Thief Raina shut off the motor and glanced up at the puke-green doublewide with a chunk of plywood over the front window. The near dusk couldn’t hide the broken dreams of the trailer’s occupants, Bruce and Cindy Gorman. Raina wasn’t here to see them. She was here for Josh, their eight-year-old son. As a children’s support advocate, Raina had been assigned to monitor Josh six months ago, when the state of Oregon had taken temporary custody and placed the boy in foster care. Her primary (click to read more) |
forward to– “Like one that stands upon a promontory, And spies a far- off shore where he would tread–wishing his foot were equal with his eye…” -Shakespeare |

| The Mud Puddle by Kim Reale Johnson Ms. Johnson collects a lot of antique glass negatives. This painting is (click to read more) |
| The Worrying Whys Within by Sarah Rahman |
The worrying whys still haunt my mind And the Acherontic aura surrounds me Neither letting me live nor letting me die The story still confounds me Had it been the Divine play or the Tempter’s little game The miraculous reality of my life or a hallucinating dream frame (click to read more) |
| Michelle Marcos WICKEDLY EVER AFTER, by Michelle Marcos I just love writing about bad girls. I am drawn to them in spite of their imperfections...maybe even because of them. There's an old adage that says every villain is the hero of his own story. Well, I want to know what makes bad girls tick. So I opened the doors on a place called The Pleasure Emporium, London's most notorious bordello. In this series, the heroines are surrounded by scarlet women, making them a little pink around the edges, but that's precisely what makes them so irresistible to our heroes. (click to read more of this Interview) |

| Seeing Photo by Joanne Gallant-Chilton Poetry by Jeanne Rippley Eyes are only a vehicle for creation. In the pool of soul behind them all possibilities stream into a reality seen only by the fearless heart. (click to see more Photos) |

| Kim Reale Mainely Classic Art By Kim |
| Phil Douglass, Regional Wildlife Manager, Conservation Outreach Utah Div of Wildlife Resources |
| Ceremony by Kimberlee Medicine Horn Jackson, Yankton Sioux |
I had the honor of witnessing a Lenape Nation wedding this weekend. It was, without question, the most moving wedding ceremony I have ever seen. The church was nature, a circle of woodlands, open blueness of sky, downy clouds floating, and the breezes. The bride wore a halo of flowers in her hair flowing loose down her back. She wore a simple white garment, and stood in her bare feet. The groom wore white trousers and white shirt with red ribbons. His hair was in a pony tail. To see the two together, it was natural for them to be husband and wife. The ceremony was spoken in the simple yet bold language of the tribal chief. He explained.....(click to read more of this short story) |
| "The Fighter King" by John Bowers |
had been cleared to deny cover to the enemy, but there were depressions and occasional boulders. Even so, the Sirians making their way upward looked terribly exposed. They were only two hundred yards out now, still climbing. At the base of the gorge, Oliver saw another battalion getting ready. They would soon follow. "When we open fire," he told Pedersen, "take your time and aim your shots. No need for full auto until they get closer. Got that? This is just like a rifle range." "Except the targets can shoot back," she reminded him. He grinned at her. "You'll do okay. Just remember your training." Pedersen gazed down the slope at the oncoming Sirians and Oliver sensed her tension. He remembered his first real combat, and sympathized. "Right now," he said, "it's best to keep your head down. Wait until they get closer." "How much closer?" "A hundred yards or less." She heaved a deep sigh and......(click to read more of the Sneak Peek) |
African Princess non-fiction by Natalie Williams www.natalie-williams.com |
I grabbed the wood of my staff. It was warm in the hot baking sun. Without it I would have been lost; my steady friend. I moved it in my fingers. It was rough and the heat it had absorbed in the hours of my journey pulsed through the teak wood fibres, through into my skin and bones. The wood was uneven and I cautiously ran my fingers down to its base, expecting a splinter but I felt no stab or prick. The knobbles and dark markings that mottled its fibrous coat were part of my staff. Just like the African earth I stood in and was covered with my staff’s damaged parts were beautiful. I looked down at my hands, happy in the silence. The lines in my hands were marked out from the red earth I’d climbed up in. There is a legend, you know. They say the earth in Africa is so red that you can see the blood of fallen warriors flowing through it. I imagined the Zulu warriors of old fighting with spears and skin shields, in the midday hours in the same grasslands I had passed through only moments before. Disturbed from my reverie by the team, I turned to look what was happening behind me. Our guide was poised on one of the outlying boulders looking over the grasslands by the waterhole. One of the men whispered to him, “what is It bût?” “Sssh.” Our team leader held his hand up to silence him and pointed to the left of the horizon. We stood marking the silence, the heat cascading off the earth in mirage-like waves, until towards the left rising slope we saw a herd of antelope strolling through the grasslands. The majestic herd leader strode tall, chewing the cud at the front of the herd and looked over to where we stood, watching. He locked eyes with me, moment to moment, as keen to understand my presence there as I was to understand his.....(read more of this Sneak Peek) |

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| Can it be TOO big? by F. Jay Robins |
I talked to several people who had one to gather their thoughts on size and how to determine what the best size might be. As you might imagine some have small one’s, some have medium sized one’s, some have what most would call large ones and a few have really big ones. I got lots of opinions on the subject, ranging from the pro’s and con’s for wide or narrow one’s and for long and short one’s. There were a lot of good ideas on the smallest details that should be considered and included when ranking the options and features most admired. Structure is important since this is probably the most important feature to keeping it erect for the long term. Probably the most often repeated phrase that I got from almost everyone is that “you can’t build them big enough”. I am talking about options for my new ....(read more & see photos in Articles) |
Claude Monet’s House and Gardens in Giverny, France "My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece." – Monet, 19th century French painter I have long loved Claude Monet’s fabulous impressionist paintings, especially his water lilies, so beautifully displayed at the Musée de l’Orangerie in Paris. Many of these were painted in Monet’ s own gardens in the village of Giverny, where the artist lived and painted for the last 43 years of his life. Many years ago, I decided I wanted to see the natural beauty of the gardens that Monet himself had planted and tended, and which had then inspired some of his best work as a painter. In Paris, I hopped on a train moving towards ........ (read more of this Article & ask travel questions) |
| Taking Wings A Poetry Session with Poet Jeanne Riple |



Reviewed by: Jo Linsdell Review: Getting your Book Published for Dummies is an easy to use reference that will guide you through the publishing industry, introducing you to the key roles and breaking down the various stages of a books development from idea to published product. Sarah Parsons Zackheim worked in book publishing for nearly a decade before becoming a widely published freelance writer. Adrian Zackheim is Associate Publisher of the General Books Group at HarperCollins Publishers and has also worked as an editor of fiction and non fiction. Their combined experience makes them more than qualified to write this comprehensive guide. The book is broken down into easy .................. (more at Book Reviews) |
be released December 8, 2009 Chapter One Gettysburg, Pennsylvania 1867 In her gray Quaker bonnet and dress, Felicity Gabriel approached the gathering of mourners at the memorial service on the windy hillside and tried to blend in, hide her presence. The pastor was speaking beside the brand new stone marker which would memorialize the life of Augustus Josiah Mueller, 1846-1865. Felicity listened to the familiar comforting scriptures of death and victory. But even more she tried to remember Gus, her oldest and dearest friend, before the war had stolen him away and left him in an unmarked grave somewhere in Virginia. Her mind brought up childhood images of Gus and she picking wild raspberries, their faces smeared with scarlet berry juice. Then the two of them learning how to ride that old mule his father had taken in trade. The mule had taken off with them, giving them a wild ride till it bucked them off into the Mueller’s farm pond. Felicity smiled, recalling how Gus had started laughing as if he’d just been highly entertained. And then because he was a boy, he had thrown mud at her. Felicity grinned, feeling her pinched mouth spreading wide into a glad smile. “What are you grinning about?” The voice Felicity had dreaded flicked and snapped her like the sharp tongue of a whip. “I was remembering Gus........(read more at Sneak Peek) |
| ONE NIGHT WITH YOU Francis Ray Release date 11/03/09 CHAPTER ONE |
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