Spring will come again, people say. Yet I am heartsick. Nothing will happen when spring comes; That child will not come again. Nakahara Chuuya, “Spring Will Come Again” Note: the poem was written after the death of Chuuya’s first son, Fumiya, in November 1936
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Before, After, Before
From a loving mother to her MVP. I miss you, baby. Dedicated to Michael Vincent Pugh, November 21, 2012-September 25, 2019. He is dead and gone lady. He is dead and gone. At his head a grass green turf. At his heels a stone --- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5 Before sunset, they … Continue reading Before, After, Before
A Young Boy’s Idea of Subtlety
My son is so funny sometimes. As a mother, I can tell when my son's really hurt. Sometimes he's crying in protest, in frustration or just to see what happened. And sometimes, he's more sneaky. During one morning, he slipped on the carpeted floor. As he landed and dropped onto his back, he cried at … Continue reading A Young Boy’s Idea of Subtlety
Oh my lord…
Please note, most of the opinions of English legal practice are those of the writer, Mr. White. I do not agree with many of them, but it was easier to write it this way. My comments and emphases are in italics. For my current story, I was looking for information on UK trial procedure, especially … Continue reading Oh my lord…
You Know You Write Historical Fiction When…
You know you're a history fiction writer when: You're ecstatic to find out "sniffling" is from the 17th c. and "squib" was old enough for the book you're writing! Sorry about the long gap since last post. Where has the year gone?
My First Book Fair
I finally got to go to my first book fair at the local library. It was fairly busy, and I got to talk about my book at my table and in front of the group. My daughter came with me to provide help and moral support. She was very patient, all things considered. Her are … Continue reading My First Book Fair
“What did you most admire about your grandparents?”
One of my online groups, "Hearts Through History", had this as a weekly topic. This is my entry. My maternal grandpa was the best. Funny, clever and always ready to help. He was an immigrant from Italy who left there old enough to remember bits about living there. He described the area around his home, … Continue reading “What did you most admire about your grandparents?”
Swiss Gun Laws as I Understand Them.
I’m writing a story set in Switzerland and have been looking into rules and customs to make it more accurate. I just came on some interesting facts. Firstly, if you think this country is full of state's-prerogative people, we don't hold a candle to the cantons of Switzerland. A relatively small country (around 7.9 million), … Continue reading Swiss Gun Laws as I Understand Them.
One of those, “you know you’re getting old when…” moments.
I recently had an epiphany. 1> I’m definitely getting older, and 2> being a parent really restricts your enjoyment of popular music. You start to see stalkers where you once saw admirers. You see pushy potential abusers where you once saw ardent and determined wooers. Here's an example of what I mean: I was listening … Continue reading One of those, “you know you’re getting old when…” moments.
Things that strike you as funny…
I'm sorry I've been incommunicado recently. Summer is a busy time in the Pugh household, with the children at home all day. But I'm back at it, and hoping to get another book out this Fall or Winter. Anyway, I'm currently working on two new books (including trying my hand at SF Romance) and a … Continue reading Things that strike you as funny…
Lisa E. Pugh, author 