I was fortunate enough to take a creative writing class from James Lee Burke when he taught at Wichita State University, and his encouragement was invaluable in letting me know I had actual writing talent instead of simply an annoying hubris.
Local Author Day was a treat on Saturday at the Advanced Learning Library in downtown Wichita. I was one of 88 authors participating in the event and people were browsing and chatting with writers well before it formally opened.
I've ordered extra copies of my novel for Local Author Day on Aug. 20 at the Advance Learning Library in downtown Wichita.
It'll be here before you know it. I hope to see you there. I'll have goodies for your free swag bag, too!
I hope you can join me and about 100 other local authors at this popular event next month at the Advanced Learning Library downtown. I love meeting people and hearing what they like to read.
I woke up in the middle of the night not long ago and rolled over onto my other side to see if I could nod back off. Moments later, even though I had my eyes closed, I saw a flash of light.
There’s something magical about the Flint Hills of Kansas. It’s like driving through an ocean that changes colors depending on the season.
I wore the Stars and Stripes on Flag Day, in memory of what my father once told me about how much the flag meant to him. There was no more meaningful sight to him than Old Glory on the battlefields of World War II, because it showed him where safety was in the midst of combat's chaos. It also reminded him of what he was fighting to protect.
My sister found a nice piece of denim to patch a hole in these oh-so-old-but-oh-so-soft jeans and I was delighted. I know jeans filled with holes are all the rage these days – news flash: that was trendy decades ago, too, kids – but I didn’t like how the hole in these well-worn jeans kept getting bigger as time passed.