Fiction: Letting the Cat out of the Bag

  William, Lieutenant Fahy and the missionaries head for the San Carlos Indian Reservation but are surprised by a cat. “Hey there, Bill. Are you holding up all right?” Fahy asked every so often as he trotted by on his sturdy mount. William had long since stopped answering. Determined not to fall out before the…

Fiction: A Lonely Journey

William stood near the Markham quarters, hoping again to catch a glimpse of Thankful. He lit a cigar and took a small sip from his flask. William bathed in nostalgia as the sun came up and the air filled with the sweet sounds of reveille, morning call and stable duty. Screaming children raced out with…

Fiction: A Secret Meeting

  “Thankful’s been very melancholy lately—homesick, I bet,” Mrs. Markham thought out loud after Thankful excused herself. William glared at Lieutenant Fahy, who sipped his drink and ran his fingers over a fine crystal vase on the whatnot in the corner. “I don’t think it helps much that dear Lieutenant Fahy is so eager to…

Who Else Hates Genre Labels?

LITERARY FICTION FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE LITERARY FICTION “There is a stereotype of literary fiction shared by both science fiction readers and non-science fiction readers: that academically-sanctioned, “serious” contemporary fiction is all about dull middle-class people having affairs, and that the writers of this fiction do such things as use a couple hundred pages to…

A Survivalist’s Take on Victorian Etiquette

You may think survivalists are weird, but this guy brings up some interesting points about antibiotics and the decline of manners. What do you think? The Need To Return To Social Manners & Etiquette

And You Thought Women Couldn’t Build Bridges: Emily Warren Roebling

  Here’s a happy story for a change: During the Civil War Emily went to visit her brother then commanding the 5th Army Corps at his headquarters and fell madly in love with Washington Roebling, the son of John A. Roebling who designed the as yet to be built Brooklyn Bridge. Washington obviously felt the…