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All the Quiet Places
I’m always drawn to the quiet place. The unnoticed window in a room full of chattering people. Or the shady tree with its heavy, ancient, silent arms. Or the little creek far from…
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My Favorite Hobbies!
For any writer, when someone asks you what you like to do, you probably immediately say, “Write!” Which, of course, is the write answer (catch the pun?). But no matter how much we…
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My Heart’s Resolve
To do what’s right when it isn’t easy. To keep on smiling when there’s swelling tears. To be kind to the worst among us. To remember every yesterday—the good and bad alike—with a…
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I’ll Remember June
Today, I am June, I think. When I was born and entered the world red-faced and screaming, I was January. As I grew plump and learned to crawl, I became February. Then March.…
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6 Regency Songs You’ll Love
Have you ever just wished that life had background music? I mean truly. Do not sit there and judge when the same thought has doubtless crossed your own mind. How wonderful would it…
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The 12 Miracles of Fiction
Poor pity to the man or woman who has not discovered the fascination of books, the wondrous miracle! Are they to suffer through this bleak, colorless existence forever? I cannot imagine. What a…
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We Had Better Watch the Sky
Over two thousand years ago, people were just living their lives. The carpenters were going about their woodwork. The tentmakers were building their tents. The merchants were selling their goods. The scribes were…
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My Friends, the Trees
They stand like green-clad towers, As silent as you please, I do not doubt you know them, They are my friends, the trees. They wave their finger branches, In every quiet breeze, I tell them all my secrets, For…
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You Can’t Fall Up: A Guide on Eliminating Redundancy Monsters
In every manuscript, there are tiny little monsters. Most of the time we, as the author, can’t find them. They’re much too clever to be discovered, and often times it takes a new…
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The Point in Pointless Things
Sometimes we’re riding through life and something hits us. Something hard. Something that hurts. And all through the trial, we keep whispering to ourselves to trust, that God has a reason, that somehow…
Hannah Linder Books
