Kevin Cowdall

Thomas Berger said, “Why do writers write? Because it isn’t there.” I’ve always been an avid reader and was brought up on the classics of childhood and adolescent literature, and I grew up as a child in the 1960/70’s Golden Age of escapism television; so it’s no wonder I started acting out, and then writing […]

The Cherry Tree

As a special thank you to my valued readers, I’m sharing a story from my collection NEW YORK ECHOES with you. I hope it reminds you to cherish those closest to you.  THE CHERRY TREE “There, turn left,” Howard, her grandfather, said, instructing his granddaughter, who was driving, where to make the left. He was obviously remembering […]

THE AMERICAN SPECTATOR Features “Brainwashing and the Jihadist Agenda”

In all the reporting, analysis and dissection of the events in Paris in which jihadists murdered innocent people, then pulled the plug on their suicide vests and blew themselves up, I have yet to hear anyone truly look deep enough into the motivation of the young people who did this horrific deed…Continue Reading on The […]

Bryan Hutchinson

Writing is something I’ve done off and on all of my life, however, it was much later as an adult, when I finally decided to share my struggles via writing, that I truly became a writer and finished and published a book. Writing is cathartic for me— it allows me to “drain” my mind of thoughts that […]

Stormy Smith

I call myself a reformed Type A. A classic over-achiever with her heart set on a job running a PR team, always climbing the ladder. Then, one day on a rare care trip alone, the first chapter of book I never knew I wanted to write started spinning in my mind. I knew the characters’ […]

Justine McGrath

I believe an obsessive love of reading often leads to a desire to write. I spent hours alone as a child, reading everything from Enid Blyton to Roald Dahl. When I left Zambia to go to boarding school at the tender age of 9, I discovered I could bring joy to my school friends by […]

Lou Dean

My mother left our Oklahoma farm when I was in first grade.  I used to sit on the steps of our one-room schoolhouse with my dog and read for hours during recess and after school. Books first offered me an escape from my chaotic world and later security and comfort, which is why I began to […]