April is National Poetry Month. In celebration we are posting a new public domain poem every Monday."A Performance of Henry V At Stratford-Upon-Avon" by Elizabeth Jenkins Nature teaches us our tongue againAnd the swift sentences came pat. I cameInto cool night rescued from rainy dawn.And I seethed with language, Henry at
Whatever needlecraft you enjoy, on Thursday, April 25 at 7 p.m., bring your project and join us for an evening with others with similar interests. We share, encourage, and educate each other with discussion of our projects while working away. Our interests cover spinning, dying, weaving, knitting, crocheting, felting, lace-making and more. We would love to add your special enthusiasm to our repertory.
In the first in the Officer Gunnhildur series, the investigation of an unidentified body found floating in the harbor of a fishing village leads the policewoman to uncover a web of corruption connected to Iceland's business and banking communities. Frozen Assetsis as much
On Thursday, April 25 at 7:30 p.m., we are hosting a Q and A with author Glen Weldon about his book, Superman: The Unauthorized Biography, which chronicles how over the past 75 years, the way Superman has been portrayed -- and how he has be
In celebration of National Poetry Month we're posting a new public domain poem every Monday."Rosemary" by Edna St. Vincent Millay For the sake of some things That be now no moreI will strew rushes On my chamber-floor,I will plant bergamot At my kitchen door.
It is 1996. The Internet as we know it today does not exist. Facebook, Twitter and You Tube are at least a decade away.Emma is a junior in high school when she gets her first computer. When she logs onto AOL for the first time, she finds her Facebook page. Facebook, which has not been invented yet. Emma gets a window into her future, 13 years from now.
In celebration of National Poetry Month we're posting a new public domain poem every Monday."It Was a Lover and His Lass" by William ShakespeareIt was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and hey noninoThat o'er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
Was it the cover illustration or the title, Defending Jacob, that drew me to this book? The description on the inside of the front jacket promised a suspenseful mystery full of guilt, betrayal, a father's fierce loyalty and his lov