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WATER MASK, Alaskan Stories from the Heart

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THE SPRING EQUINOX, a RIVER, and a DAUGHTER'S GRIEF

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THE RIVER by PETER HELLER: WALKING AN ADVENTURE TRAIL CUT BY THE MASTERS

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New Literary Voices: The Storytelling of Tommy Orange and Kali Fajardo-Anstine

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The World Lying in Wait

   Another world is not only possible,
    she is on her way.
    On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.*                                                                         ~ Arundhati Roy
  Sometimes, when I hike through the woods alone, I have the sense of being held, embrace...

Pachinko: Why Reading an Epic Korean Novel Matters

I first became aware of Korea as an iconic setting for profound fiction when reading Paul Yoon’s collection of short stories, Once the Shore. Despite having traveled to over 27 countries by the time I was 13, I’m embarrassed to say how little I knew about Korea, or Korean literature.
Korea has once again risen to the forefront of our nation’s consciousness. Divided into two nations in 1948, the colonization of Korea by Japan began before 1910. Korea was ruled by the imperial nation of Japan un...

#ReadMoreWomen

The meaning of life comes to us, in part, through synchronicities. Yet it is up to us to recognize how these coinciding threads weave themselves through each day. Four such synchronistic events occurred for me this week. Here's a go at weaving them together in a way that deepens the meaning of each event and creates a more all encompassing tapestry... THREAD #1: YESTERDAY, on the eve of the International Day of the Girl Child (known as the International Girls Day here in the U.S.), our b...

On Summer Hiatus

All Things Literary & All Things Natural is on summer hiatus during August and September. I hope these days, for you, are filled with the beauty of the literary and natural landscape, time with loved ones, and immersion in the creative landscape of your inner dreams.  Page

The Bones We Once Belonged To: The Lyrical World of JudIth Ansara

"Tell me a story," I ask, curled beneath a quilt on this cool summer day, and the poet opens her mouth and speaks to me of startled birds, and lavender seas, and of the thin brown legs of the becak driver who pedals her through the streets of Java on a wheeled cart he does not own. How much money do you make, she asks, and Aatif answers....

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Riding into the Heart of Patagonia: Weaving Together the Threads of Life

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