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Entrants whose stories receive honorable mention will also have their stories published in The Adirondack Review. For more information about this contest,visit httpss: This competition is open to any woman writing in English, regardless of nationality. The Banquet As told to Johnny Sundstrom by Francis Brown, Arapaho Elder Some time ago, back when Tennessee was still a frontier to the whites and was still the home of the tribes, encounters between the two races were rare but not unknown.

One winter day a lost and hungry white trapper was discovered wandering through the woods by an equally hungry Indian. As they exchanged greetings, they also exchanged information about their desperate situations. The trapper was near starvation and had only one load left for his gun. The Indian had not eaten for days and had only one arrow for his bow. They decided to hunt together in order to improve their chances for a meal. As they moved through the wooded landscape, they came to a lake. The trapper told the Indian to sneak part of the way around the lake, and then make loud noises, flushing the ducks toward him and his gun.

The Indian did what he was told and when the ducks took off and flew overhead, the trapper fired, and missed. They kept on moving. The afternoon passed, and dusk was coming on when the Indian spotted the dark outline of a turkey in a tree. He whispered to the trapper to stay where he was. The Indian said he would creep up close under the turkey and if it started to move, the trapper should bark like a dog. That would freeze the turkey for a moment and the Indian would shoot. Everything went as he said it would and when the trapper barked, the Indian shot the arrow and the turkey fell from the tree.

I got up, went over and started climbing it. It was a long ways, and when I got to the top there was a huge castle. I went up to the big door and pushed on it, but it was locked, so I went around and looked in a window. There, in a huge room, were tables and tables of food, all ready to eat.

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There was no one there and the window was open. I climbed in and sat down and ate and ate, and then I went to another table and ate: And then there were the desserts, desserts, desserts. I ate until I was so stuffed I could hardly move and then I crawled back out the window and came back down here and got back in my bedroll. I watched you start up and I followed you. I saw you try to get in the door and go around to the window. I saw you climb in and I went up to that window. I saw you eating, and eating, and eating. We have elected a president who not only has a brain Bill Clinton was smart but has an inner life as well.

Anyhow, good luck to him and to all of us as he takes on that enormous job. Lily Tuck includes the lives and deaths of characters at many levels of society. I like the story for the breadth of its characters and for the lively adventuress-protagonist. The farther you go in the story, however, the more you become aware of how the downfall of a dictator takes so many living beings with him. Also set south of the U. The writer goes nearly crazy from reading of the horrors and discovering that one woman who was repeatedly raped and unspeakably brutalized works in the same office he does Increasingly he becomes convinced that the military is going to try to kill him too.

He also has an unfortunate one night stand with an attractive woman whose feet stink, and he becomes convinced that her boyfriend is also trying to kill him. This one chronicles our similarities to the primates and other animals as well as our similarities to our precursor species— especially our tendency to commit genocide and to cause the extinction of other species.

We killed off, for example, all the giant birds— moas, elephant birds, dodos, etc. I wonder how the ostriches survived? Maybe just because they had more time to learn how to avoid the nasty tool wielding little primates? Then I read my first high fantasy— which is fantasy in the wizards and magic and epic vein of Tolkien.

Lots of blood and guts and action and love and mysterious events and also animals and coming of age. There was a little too much world building for me— an invented history in the form of epigraphs for each chapter, but I just read that part rapidly and got on with the story. The world is in technology and general aspect a version of medieval Europe, Scandinavia or maybe the northernmost British Isles, but it is that world as if Christianity had never arrived, and where some people have certain specific magic abilities which generally need to be nurtured and mastered. The precision of the limitations on the magic particularly pleased me.

Also, Hobb does animals wonderfully, and the primary evil, aside from some nasty individuals, is that sea raiders are somehow creating soulless people— they kidnap people then send them home as monsters who look fine but have no morality, no sense of community at all— are individualistic eating and killing machines. I assume this will be in later volumes of the trilogy. Also, the protagonist is a young boy who is being trained to kill people— as a political poisoner. It follows the other volumes by many years and has all the information you need to make sense of things.

The novel is about the last act of a humans and aliens story, in which two alien forms, the Hefn and the Gafr, are trying to force human beings to stop trashing earth. The way they do this is refreshingly unviolent although they are capable of violence too. They have created a general ban on human reproduction. The novel is set in the final year of the human opportunity to change their ways before the ban is made permanent.

What happens is not what you would expect of, course: Other important characters include a young girl, one of the few children born in recent years, who is also abused— and a popular actress! Much of the story is set in Utah, with splendid landscapes as well as the misdeeds and courage of the Church of the Latter Day Saints.

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There is child abuse in many forms, native cave paintings, shamanism, lucid dreaming, gardening and birds— a wonderful cornucopia of unexpected delights unless you are already a fan of Moffett, in which case you know what to expect. It is also, as is all the best science fiction, a suspenseful and rousing good story. The notion of a final lecture, a summation of sorts, is appealing on its own.

But Pausch was facing the additional challenge of leaving as much of himself via language as he could for his children who would be too young at the time of his death to be able to recall him. He was a professor at Carnegie Mellon and was approached to prepare and give his last lecture in the throes of his final months of life. He even left words of wisdom for his eighteen month old daughter: Just ignore everything they say and only pay attention to what they do. I was born with the winning ticket, a major reason I was able to live out my childhood dreams. The environment his parents provided for him yielded this world view: I not sure whether Strobel's apologetics approach is up my theological alley or not, but that's not necessarily important.

To my mind, Judaism is less of a stretch theologically than Christianity which presents the whole hurdle of understanding what it means for Jesus to be called the Son of God, and some camps of Christianity have taken to worshiping Jesus rather than God, which I don't think Jesus ever intended. All of us of course are dealing with our human knowledge of coming of our own deaths. Salzberg talks a lot about faith as simply a kind of willingness to live, to go on the journey, which we are all part of anyhow, so the choice is between embracing it and avoiding the truth of it.

These are my words, not hers. The book made its grand debut at the WV Book Festival httpss: I was delighted with the response. Quite a few of the descendants of Anderson Mullins, the Clay County farmer who discovered the apple, came to the festival to hear my presentation, some from as far away as Washington, D. They're all very proud to have their "family story" in a book. As always, the festival was a great energizer for me. I love being with so many other authors and with all of those great people who love books. Take care and keep up the good work. Thanks for keeping us all informed.

I think there is probably some relationship here to the swirling controversies over ownership of creative works and new technologies. And speaking of Shelley Ettinger! Her interesting October 9, post is about her continuing relationship with libraries. Barbara Riddle-Dvorak also has a new blog that is worth getting to know at httpss: Why stories of clandestine work would appeal to me I cannot imagine. One rich source of information is participant memoirs. Two books by spouses of murdered agents are very worthwhile: There are also two r ecent biographies of the remarkable Munzenberg, who practically invented the front group.

The sensationalistic title is unfortunate. A second biography by Stephen Holder is so tendentious politically that I really cannot recommend it. The newspapers of the dead are a thousand shot cranes. The phones of the dead are ringing and ringing like mad birds in a sack. One by one their shrilling will be cut off by the touch of a button and someone, always the wrong voice, will answer. I had a clay house and now it is gone. Tanks laid the land bare and rational. The baby was coming and now it is gone,. Only the gun, the moment that is its own rationale.

How quickly this clay house is gone. Send forth the brave, the guilty one. For you were a stranger in Egypt, enslaved by heat, alien vowels like sharp seeds on your tongue. Asking for only a crack in this prayer wall to shade from the sun your white unwritten skin. A stranger in Israel, returned to glean a heritage like porridge spilled in the dust by a regretful Esau, asking too late for the blessing.

Everyone has a right to the morning. Today I will not be a girl. I will strap on death like a cock and go riding. Maybe it will be on the foolish bus that my heart will flame like a can of petrol, or dismounting at the market, the dusty place. You were spent like a bullet, like a coin, unsentimental. The soft enemy mourns the loss of his own but we celebrate when another martyr dies. I am wrapped with nails like a prickly pear. No one spies me moving stiffly as a robot. Ayat, we played with dolls and combed our hair. What did the land mean to us?

Our mothers pouring tea in the kitchen, nights listening to the sand. Children old like us, dying.

Now my foot is on the bus. I am paying the toll. Did it hurt very much when you split apart?

Was it worse than childbirth? Oh, Ayat, you died and left me here among the useless living. I sing a song of the cats of God, Korat and Russian Blue; Who purred and pounced, and chased their tails, For the God who made them mew;. And one was a tabby, and one Siamese, And one was an alley cat full of fleas— They were all of them saints of God, if you please, And I mean to be one too. I was honored to learn that a selection of my poems won their writing contest, now appearing in Issue 20 alas, their last. Browse the archives for hours of radical enlightenment and literary laughs.

My feature starts here. On what, you ask? Breasts are for public feeding, lose your dirty mind. So says La Leche League and town law agrees. Well, I say the penis too is not always for sex. My penis came in a box. It was plastic like a president. I wore it like a secret on national television. This is not true yet. So far my penis, like a Barbie Townhouse on eBay, only furnishes my dreams. Somewhere my future penis is riding up and down the elevator of the cardboard house my mother threw away because it was unfeminist and too big for the hallway. It is peeping out the little heart-shaped window.

I promise that my penis will fit into our daily existence. It will not ring the doorbell of your vanilla manpussy. I wear loose pants anyway. My penis will not show up at family weddings. The bride can keep the spotlight on her baby bump, the little penis growing inside her. Used to be, I had to go shopping for that. I might pull it out like knitting during the sermon. I might use my penis as a mouthpiece for all my novel characters. How do children feel? Why do women lie? Men and women agree, my penis is a likeable protagonist.

While you dream of nipples, and I, of deep-fried shrimp, my penis may dream of returning to the woods where the stag leaps beneath a horned moon. Hat tip to Love, Joy, Feminism. Order your copy of Bullies , email me the receipt jendi winningwriters. Even if you live in Tasmania. Where is it now, inseparable sucking warmth, sleepless fury, what selfish operation uprighted me? Pounds of wet fat gone, the thin belle shivers in the too-wide spotlight, the crowds of love never enough to heat the distance.

Many famous men, from Beethoven to Charles Darwin, wrote love letters that were fortuitously saved by historians and private collectors. This collection highlights these captivating letters, ranging from eloquent and flowery romantic pleas to simple missives bemoaning a long-distance relationship. Although the couple struggles, their happiness together allows them to pull through adversity and start a promising life together.

When tragedy strikes, however, Oliver must confront his father to try to save his beloved. However, it deals with an important truth: Instead, the author suggests that people should love themselves as intensely as they would cling to a cliff above a vast chasm. Ever since His life and resurrection, Christians have reported spiritual experiences talking directly to their Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

This book explores the courtly traditions started in the 12th century, when romantic love was also seen as a celebration of godly love and the union between two souls. As opinions and tastes changed over time, the religious components of romantic love began to wane, but the idea of two people becoming one through their love remained. This book of love advice focuses on the practical aspects of relationships, helping the reader to understand the emotional connections she has with those around her.

A key concept in the book is the idea of emotional bids, fundamental units of emotional connectivity that people use to meet their emotional needs and the needs of others. The author lays out a five-step process by which readers can use emotional bids to improve their relationships. With an understanding informed by the Hermetic tradition, John Baines explores the evolution of love and celebrates the union of man and woman.

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The author introduces the idea of corrupt love and contrasts it with true love. Throughout the book, Baines teaches his readers how they can move past superficial and toxic relationships to embrace a deeper and more divine form of love. Through the sage advice of an older toy, the rabbit learns that toys who are loved enough may become real.

Written by the actress Maria Bello, this book encourages women to stop using labels to limit their relationships. By avoiding labels, women can explore deeper relationships, both platonic and romantic. Psychologist Jeffrey Bernstein discusses how negative and distorted thinking can destroy a relationship. In this book, he details nine specific patterns of thought that can lead to a broken relationship.

Readers can learn strategies to help them turn their thinking around to approach problems with a positive outlook. Taking a scientific approach to the many questions regarding love, Helen Fisher dives into the history of love and its physical and behavioral effects on humans. Fisher argues that love is part of human evolution, showing that parts of the human brain see an increase in blood flow when someone falls in love.

For some women, romantic relationships bring more pain to their lives than joy. Robin Norwood guides women who have a history of troubled relationships to the causes of their destructive patterns. Thanks to her advice, women can seek men that better suit their needs to build fulfilling and loving relationships. Breaking down relationships into a series of steps, Joe Beam helps couples strengthen their marriage through a better understanding of how love works.

The authors of this self-help book used a year study to create detailed guides for couples to improve their communication skills. In the early sections of the book, readers can learn about the study and read accounts of bad and good marriages from real people. The rest of the book is dedicated to strategies to help couples stop conflicts from harming their marriage.

Kate and David Marshall help readers write their own tale of love, using prompts to fill in the many blank lines in the book. In the beginning of the book, couples can write down memories of their first meeting. The existence of the idea of true love implies that many types of love are false.

This book explores what love is, using ideas from vibrational energy and quantum theory to truly define the meaning of love. This book utilizes science about the brain to help people improve their romantic relationships. The authors argue that most brains respond positively to common elements of a relationship, including rituals and comforting words. By increasing the quality and quantity of these elements, couples can boost their relationships. In her third book about the brain, Horstman explores the neuroscience behind love in all of its forms. Using the latest in scientific research and articles from Scientific American, the author explores both the importance of love and the evolutionary history of human love.

The book traces the impact of all types of love, such as the effect of parental love on brain development or the addictive qualities of romantic love.

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