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Buy From Bricks And Mortar Bookstores…Please!

Posted on March 11, 2012 by Lynne • 7 Comments

Do you order your books from Amazon? I often do. The independent bookshop in my small town closed long ago, and the university bookstore here focuses on student needs and best sellers. Amazon is less expensive. It’s convenient. Reviews are posted, and sometimes they’re very well-done. But on Amazon, I can’t browse the shelves, pull… Continue Reading

Mercy (an excerpt from a novel-in-progress)

Posted on February 18, 2012 by Lynne • 0 Comments

I hope the deer was the last thing Cory saw, not the pickup truck careening toward him, and I hope his eyes were wide and soft with pleasure. We’re here to teach our children and grandchildren, I know that. But sometimes we see things through their eyes and everything changes. Every November for ten days… Continue Reading

On Hunting and Metaphor

Posted on January 20, 2012 by Lynne • 5 Comments

IN SEASON I need bullets, he said, only one left in the chamber, and headed toward the house when by chance I spotted it in the back field, near the woods that drop down to Rush Run, the creek like a vein through our farm, and shouted to him, though a shadow hid whether… Continue Reading

Men Are Hilarious

Posted on December 13, 2011 by Lynne • 5 Comments

My 97 year old father-in-law has always said, “One boy is one boy but two boys are half a boy.” He doubtless developed this theory because he had two sons 18 months apart. After five years of that fiasco, he and his wife must have been desperate to improve the balance of civilizing forces (add a girl) because they tried again. Apparently, they wisely… Continue Reading

Do The Right Thing Even If You Look Like An Idiot

Posted on November 22, 2011 by Lynne • 4 Comments

Have you ever tried to do what you were pretty sure was the right thing only to have it explode? Even have two other seemingly sane and intelligent people tell you yes, you should do it before you went ahead and did that thing that exploded? So here’s the story. It was Saturday’s chilly dusk and I was driving home. I’d reached my own quiet… Continue Reading

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