Autumnal Leaves on the wet grass. Photos by Lynda McKinney Lambert Autumnal Musings: In Which I Find a Favorite Word I suspect that most of us literary people find we have some words that come to mind immediately when … Continue reading →
the Connie comes alive with the voices and sounds of the local “Crick Culture.” That’s what we call it here. Kayaking begins in earnest in late winter as soon as the ice begins to dissipate. Hearty enthusiasts will continue to ride the rapids through the summer days in into the fall season. The Connie’s whitewater rapids provide the perfect setting for a swift course for kayakers to perfect their skills.Continue reading →
I tell my stories in a non-linear manner. That means I won’t be speaking in a chronological direction from a beginning to a middle, and finally, to an end.
That is personally not how I think when I consider the element of time and events.
My perception is more complex.Continue reading →