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Bad Book Reviewers
Saturday, April 26, 2014 to Tuesday, May 06, 2014
  • http://tinyurl.com/y8kakux7I'm writing this as encouragement for authors who get dumbed down reviews from mindless readers. Even though I have over (200) five star reviews on my novels Blue Hole and the sequel River's Edge I still get a few reviews like the following. One said, "I haven't stated to read the book yet and not sure i will so I'm giving it one star. Another said, "Not sure if I was able to follow the story I've been on pain medicine, one star. A third said, "I didn't like the book but my husband and our son did, one star." I le ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Tuesday, May 06, 2014, 8:41:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, August 29, 2017 3:14:00 PM
Friday, August 16, 2013
  • He is mysterious in every way, the boy I have yet to meet. Nick got my hopes up. He stated that George was coming to visit. As my day progressed, the communication between he and George changed. George wasn't coming to visit... He was coming to say goodbye. As a newly drafted marine, George sought it fit to say his goodbyes before being deployed. The news hit me like a ton of bricks. I had yet to meet him and the possible man of my dreams was going to be just that... a dream. I nearly cried over a boy I had never met. I've been alone for so long that possibilities of meeting peop ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Friday, August 16, 2013, 10:17:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, August 16, 2013 10:33:00 PM
👀 WRITE LIFE STORIES and SELL MORE BOOKS
Monday, November 01, 2004 to Friday, October 31, 2014
  • 👀 WRITE LIFE STORIES and SELL MORE BOOKS Five years ago after attending one of my book signings and a Lewis & Clark monologue presentation an administrator at Johnson Country Library, Overland Park, Kansas suggested I create a workshop that would assist those who wanted to write their life story. Since the launch of that program I have made over (50) presentations to a variety of organizations. One that added a new dimension to my effort occurred when I encountered a class of (80) 3rd grade students at an elementary school in Kansas City, Kansas. At the end of the c ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Saturday, July 05, 2014, 7:51:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, August 29, 2017 3:07:00 PM
My earliest recollections
Friday, November 01, 1974 to Thursday, November 01, 1984
  • Digging through the anals of my mind takes a great deal of concentration and somewhat frustration....every time its always the same, happy memories, where are you? I think my most fond memories as a child were probably playing with our huge great dane who was such a clumsy clut, but so loving and harmless that like any of us just yearned for some attention and you would have him doing any tricks you desired. He was my horse! Most kids got bicycles to learn to ride, pedalling and balancing, but I had man’s best friend who would let me climb on his back, wrapping my legs ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Sunday, November 30, 2014, 1:56:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, November 30, 2014 2:13:00 PM
Bathing a Snake In The Shower
Friday, May 01, 1964 to Wednesday, May 01, 1974
  • Published by Central Methodist University © 2011 My roommate at Central Methodist University, Fayette, Missouri, was Max Nickerson (class of 1960), but everyone called him Snake. He helped his dad run Nickerson’s Zoological Gardens. Snake was my roommate during my freshman year and always had a stash of exotic wild meat, rattlesnake being one of his favorites and mine as well after I adapted to the idea. Snake had been bitten by a cottonmouth when he was a youngster and lost is index finger down to the second joint. His trademark, in addition to other things was sticking the s ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, August 29, 2017 3:11:00 PM
Ispingo-Tiputino-Tambococha
Wednesday, August 06, 2014 to Saturday, August 16, 2014
  • {This article was written in 2007, a year before the collapse of global capitalism. Los Afectados first appeared in the Kansas City Star.} The beginning The oil field is named Ispingo-Tiputino-Tambococha, a Quechua word. Quechua was the language spoken by the people that lived in the region now called Ecuador, long before the Spaniards arrived in search for gold, glory and God. The Spaniards that trudged up the Andes Mountains in the 16th century were not the effete from the court of King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella, but hardened peasants in search of th ...continued...

  • By: walter  winch
  • Saturday, August 16, 2014, 12:01:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, August 16, 2014 12:22:00 PM
A Bookworm at Girl Scout Camp Memoir
Monday, January 12, 2015 to Thursday, January 22, 2015
  • ~~A BOOKWORM AT GIRL SCOUT CAMP In the 1950’s my family moved from a little Missouri town to the small town in Indiana where my father grew up. We lived with our grandparents for a few months while my father started a new job and we found a house to rent. My little brother and sister, ages six and five respectively, roamed my grandparents’ big back yard and the neighborhood, but I asked if I might read the old books I saw in the parlor bookcases. My grandmother, usually so strict about us not touching her possessions, gave me permission. I read from books that far exceeded my s ...continued...

  • By: Joyce  Brown
  • Thursday, January 22, 2015, 3:41:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, January 22, 2015 3:47:00 PM
Trouble and Accdents
Tuesday, September 25, 2001 to Sunday, September 25, 2011
  • Trouble! I felt so loney when i sitting my bed. i took out a big fat black marker and scibbled with it on wall. My mom didn't noctice it, but my dad did, he gasped and started to laugh, i was misunderstood because my dad is laughing i ran away from dad. but nonthing happed. ...continued...

  • By: Jocelyn  Saravia
  • Thursday, January 31, 2013, 2:09:00 PM
  • updated: Monday, February 11, 2013 2:31:00 PM
One Goal at a Time
Friday, April 11, 2014
  • Today was brutal. The cold was so intense you had to think long and hard before you took off your gloves to decide if what needed doing was worth a period of intense pain. By far our coldest day yet. During the day I realized how many arctic visitors, like Scott's expedition, had met their fates. Don't get me wrong, Mike and I are in very capable hands and doing quite well, but today's intense cold, with the addition of a stiff breeze, made me understand how many of these explorers, who all embraced life, could simply give up and succumb to the cold. With no food or limited shel ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, April 17, 2014 8:42:00 AM
WHEN THEY ARE GONE by Karen Goodson
Wednesday, March 23, 1955 to Saturday, February 11, 2012
  • My life is consumed with the care and feeding of an older generation. It is my love and my passion. Only recently did it hit me how great the loss will be when the “Silent” generation is gone and the “Boomers” take on the role of the Old and Wise. I wonder if my generation will be able to carry on, to follow in the foot steps of a generation that blindly followed their leaders into war for love of their great country, a generation that produced ideas like the North Platte Nebraska Canteen. The Canteen was a stop ...continued...

  • By: Karen  Goodson
  • Friday, February 10, 2012, 7:49:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, February 11, 2012 10:54:00 AM
Thursday, February 15, 2024 to Sunday, February 25, 2024
  • On a beutiful sunny day in March 1978, my husband, Charlie Gordon, left the RAF and we returned with two young daughters to his home town on the Northumberland coast, dominated by a large caravan site, local people so nice and friendly. The sun would soon go behind the gather storm clouds &nb ...continued...

  • By: Patricia  Gordon
  • Monday, February 28, 2022, 6:27:00 AM
  • updated: Sunday, February 25, 2024 1:47:00 PM
Pressure ridges and Progress - Part 1
Sunday, April 06, 2014
  • Fun and cold day today. Woke up and made water (as usual) and got on our way as quickly as we could. We are still working on our personal space organization as a work in progress. Three of us in a small tent make for confined quarters for us and our gear. And, as many of us know Mike likes to spread his wings. I have the front corner of the tent and Mike explained the legal concept of a right of way easement in and out of the tent. Mike also discovered that it is not a good idea to talk to me before I eat breakfast. All he could say is how sorry he feels for the kids. Made great progress ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, April 08, 2015 3:18:00 PM
Polar Bears and Progress
Saturday, April 05, 2014
  • North Pole ...continued...

  • By: Mike  Ketchmark
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:02:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, April 05, 2014 2:31:00 PM
Thursday, February 19, 2015 to Sunday, March 01, 2015
  • The big blow out! Mom entered my room, I can only imagine after grilling my sibling about her weight, spending habits and other things. She was on the war path and it just so happened that I was the nect victim. I heard a knock which lead to her helping herself into my room as though she owned it. To be honest, she pays the mortgage so every room in this house belongs to her. Immediately she went into the amount of pop cans that were all over my bedroom, and the garbage bag which she assumed was filled with crumpled up chip bags and empty pop cans. She wanted to prove that I wasnt as ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Sunday, March 01, 2015, 12:15:00 AM
  • updated: Sunday, March 01, 2015 1:46:00 AM
The Hummers Have Gone
Friday, October 24, 2003 to Friday, October 24, 2014
  • One of my chief delights in the warm months is watching the hummingbirds that flock to our feeder. They cluster around the feeder, competing for the nectar it provides, swapping out places at the feeding stations. They're always pretty competitive, even if there are only two at the feeder at the time. I wonder that they don't get hurt as they dive down at each other. The competitiveness rivals that of ten year old boys on the playground, only the hummers are in a fight for life-sustaining resources instead of the top of the climbing bars. Sometimes I count as many as ten or fifte ...continued...

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