Steven Nightingale's latest work, The Hot Climate of Promises and Grace, gives us prose that flows like poetry, fantasy that is so magical and rich it is believable, and an enchanted world the reader wants to enter and inhabit.
About a mile beneath the surface of the Earth, where miners once searched for gold, Notre Dame physicists now dig for unseen secrets of the universe. And Ken Garcia is on their trail.
Today, the art of letter writing has been largely lost. One can, of course, fairly ask: Who needs to write letters anymore, with the advent of email, text messaging and Facebook? Well, two young women writers — Amy Andrews and Jessica Mesman Griffith — discovered the need or, rather, the spiritual need to do so.
In Finding Livelihood, Nancy Nordenson explores the quandary of following a deeply felt spiritual calling while the need to make a living in tough times exerts its own pull.
A man must account for his time on earth, how he has or has not fulfilled his calling, achieved what was in him to achieve. Has he used the talents given him and increased them or, on the contrary, let them dissipate?
Had I lived around 1143 A.D., my name might be: Ken Walker or, better, Ken, walker. My son might be: Michael, son of Walker, or Michael Walkerson. Since I was a teen I have walked a lot, usually solitary rambles outdoors. When in the country, I hike trails in the woods or along no trails at all; I let curiosity lead me.