M is for Meg and Mog
The children’s library, when I was a child, was a magical place. The walls were full of bookshelves and in the middle of the room there were boxes of books. All kinds of little kid books. …
The children’s library, when I was a child, was a magical place. The walls were full of bookshelves and in the middle of the room there were boxes of books. All kinds of little kid books. …
Negress in Notre Dame By Robert W. Service (1874–1958) When I attended Mass today A colored maid sat down by me, And as I watched her kneel and pray, Her reverence was good to see. For whether …
I remember sitting in school learning about history and it would be all dates, politics and lots and lots of yawning. I’ve always loved learning about the past but school made history dead. …
My husband picked out The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson for me at our local library. The only reason the book caught his eye was that I’m a big fan of gargoyles (and grotesques) so he thought I …
“I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, …
For it was in high-school a really sensitive, introverted teen-age girl was introduced to Emily Dickinson and her world. My teacher, Mr. Versace, knew I was about to be kicked out of school for …