“If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction,” Ernest Hemingway says in the preface to A Moveable Feast, the collection of his notes from the Paris years. “But there is
Category: Writing
To E or not To E?
I’m in a bit of a quandry. My agent didn’t take on my edgy Christian novel; he said I had something there, but in essence he didn’t think he could sell it. I also have a memoir on my
Miracles
“Miracles appear in the strangest of places,” begins Yesterday’s Wine, my favorite song by Willie Nelson. Strange places, indeed. Oh, I’ve had some miracles occur in places you’d expect: a Catholic
Learning to Listen to the Answers to How and Why and What
A Monday in mid-May, 1976. I walked into the Mobridge Tribune, considered the best weekly in South Dakota, to begin what was at the time considered the best combination