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May.22.2012
As a small child, I lived in a poky cottage opposite a tall red brick wall which formed the curtilage of Georgian rectory, a classical house of pale stone, abandoned and fallen into ruin. The bricks glowed fire-red at sunset and, though pitted here and there, had a sheen you never see in modern...
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Dec.21.2011
On winter mornings leading up to Christmas, I sometimes see the imprints of small cloven hooves breaking the frost on the lawn.
“The julebukk was here!” I hear my child’s heart cry, and I’m leaning over the red Formica table in our...
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Oct.09.2009
I will say very quickly, before any of my readers totally freak out, this is not a new cover for one of my books. Not even a recent cover. But my last post led to a discussion on book covers and author input, so I thought I’d use this truly scary example as a jumping off point.
This cover was the...
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Oct.11.2008
When I was a kid, I lived in a small town with a population of approximately 1,800 people. The town prospered, mostly because it was the business hub of a thriving Minnesota rural community, and it was the county seat.
It seemed to me that the people in our town were the only kind of people that...
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