SOMETIMES WE CRY On the city’s main street, wind blows things up and out of the gutter, half litter, half leaves. It’s winter now, January. Sitting in the coffee shop I hear “Sometimes We Cry.” Van Morrison’s voice scrapes the inside of my skin as it always does. We have a past, he […]
My essay books about life in Kansas make great gifts! People buy them and send them to relatives and friends who have moved away from Kansas and dearly miss our long views and open skies. And – people who still live here love these books, too. I know you can think of two or three […]
With six days until the election, gubernatorial candidate Paul Davis, a Democrat, is touring the state one last time before voters go to the polls on Tuesday. He stopped at the Democratic headquarters in Emporia this morning. He said that 16 months ago when he started his campaign, people said, “Paul you’d be a good […]
From Waiting on the Sky: More Flyover People Essays: “Under the shadows of cedars toward the cemetery’s north end lies Harry Lewis, a bachelor, retired from the U.S. Railway Postal Service. He kept to himself mostly, didn’t speak to kids, and he wore a city man’s hat. “One Halloween, my friends and I dared ourselves […]
Found this cute Little Free Library in Strong City this morning, near the park/caboose. We also noticed that restoration work is being done on the Strong City Depot.
So, this story about my new book, Waiting on the Sky, was in the Emporia Gazette prior to last Thursday’s reading at the Lyon County History Center. ***
I’m thrilled to be giving a book talk/reading at the future home of the Lyon County History Center, 709 Commercial in Emporia, on Thursday, Sept. 4, at 6:00 p.m., The Lyon County Historical Society is in fund-raising mode, working at bringing in money to renovate the building in downtown Emporia. Right now the museum […]
Terry Needham And today, a lovely review came in from Terry Needham, an author from Illinois. Terry’s review of Waiting on the Sky: Cheryl Unruh is one of my favorite Kansas authors. She gives this place called Kansas a voice. Sometimes it whispers, sometimes it roars . . . and occasionally, but rarely […]