Age and Beauty from The Wandering Place While I keep working on learning the art of storytelling and revising “The Wandering Place,” I thought I would give you a small piece of it. Here’s one story about age and beauty from the book. If you get to the
Category: Writing a Book
The Truth About Writers I used to dream of writing a novel everyone would love (I still do), having it sell enough copies to give up my day job and buy a big house in the woods where I could sit and write more novels between dips
Have Professional Writers Become Obsolete? by Deb Richmond As an aspiring writer – or rather, a writer who still needs a non-writing source of income – I feel a
Enjoying the Struggle by Deb Richmond I’m currently reading a book called Icebound by Andrea Pitzer, a well-written book about a crew of late 16th-century polar explorers that face indescribable struggles for survival. (I’m still waiting to see if the sailors make it home.) This seems to be a frequent genre
The Christmas Tree Poems by Deb Richmond, Author/Wanna-be poet Some people send thank you notes. Others give hugs. I tell stories or sometimes write poems, especially Christmas tree poems. I don’t claim to be much of a poet, but sometimes, having grown up on Green Eggs and Ham, I can’t help
A Few of My Favorite Things… by Deb Richmond Marie may have loved raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, and bright copper kettles, but I have a different list. As we come to Thanksgiving, it might be a good time to take inventory of what we have. I,
First, take copious notes on life. See something that sparks a what-if question? Jot it down. Hear a humorous conversation? Do a journal entry. Wonder why 80-year-old Dad suddenly lost the number six when he counts? Record it. All these details may be important in years to come, especially if
The topic of the first official newsletter – a name for this website. Please send a note, message, or email (until I figure out how to get comments added to newsletters) with your thoughts. I want to hear your wackiest ideas for a title, not because I’m looking for the
Front Porch Stories
Deb Richmond, author
I miss sitting on a front porch swing, greeting the farmer as he walks by, handing candy to trick-or-treaters whose eyes I recognize under the masks, waving to blond-haired toddlers hanging out the back of the Amish horse & buggy, and laughing with my neighbor trying to get the dog leash untangled from her legs. I miss knowing the people of my community and being known by them.
This is a place to tell the stories of caregivers, growing older, being grandparents, and memories of days gone by.
About the Author
Deb Richmond is a middle school teacher who spends weekends grading essays and moaning loudly over run-on sentences. Her free time is spent trying not to grow old by biking, swimming, going to the gym, reading until napping overtakes, wrestling with rowdy grandchildren, and filling young minds with literary characters and plot devices. She has been known to use too many run-on sentences.
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