I stepped off the deck down into a planter bed to plant some lilies of the valley, I stumbled and over I went down into the dirt bordering the planter Into the edge of the forest, Into the laurels, Their pinked white blooms and leafy branches thick beside and above me Like a wedding bower--or the bower over someone layed to rest. My nose was in the verdant mulch of the ground, My glasses angled across the apple of my cheek, I could feel the stinging of the scratches on my face, and the burning… Continue

I have just spent several intensive weeks working storytelling in with my other job. During those weeks I ranted and raved up and down the middle aisle of the Adamsville Courthouse in Alabama, because it was the only place big enough to hold the people who were interested in the programs. It was all I could do not to run up where the judges sit and hit the gavel for emphasis. Unfortunately, since it was a real courthouse there was a security guard present, I was sure I would be arrested. It was… Continue

I started a Google Map listing location from books of Historical Fiction. I began it primarily for families who travel full time with their children but then got to thinking that other storytellers would enjoy it and have lots of books to contribute. If you would l… Continue