Why Historical Fiction?

I AM BOTH AN AUTHOR AND A READER OF HISTORICAL FICTION.  Reading tastes and preferences are shaped by many things; our personalities, early life experiences, motivational drives, and also more mature adult choices, our education, life and work experience, and so on....

Change Comes From?

Change Comes From?   A Tibetan monk found himself in exile on a main thoroughfare in New York, selling hotdogs from his mobile stall. As he busied himself setting up his stall for the day, he looked up and noticed his former abbot coming towards him on the sidewalk....

A Healed Femur

A student once asked anthropologist Margaret Mead, “What is the earliest sign of civilization?” The student expected her to say a clay pot, a grinding stone, or maybe a weapon. Margaret Mead thought for a moment, then she said, “A healed femur.” A femur is the longest...

The Messiah is Among You

THERE WAS ONCE an old monastery tucked away in the middle of a forest. For many years people would make a significant effort required to seek out this monastery. The peaceful spirit of the place was healing for the soul. In recent years, however, fewer and fewer...

Heaven or Hell?

A stranger arrived at the gate of a medieval town and called up to the gatekeeper who sat in a room above the archway. “Tell me, gatekeeper, what kind of town is this?” The gatekeeper looked down and said, “Well, what kind of people live in your town?” “Oh,” he said,...

Two Monks

Two monks were returning to their monastery one evening when they came across a stream in full flood. A beautiful young woman stood on the edge, looking anxiously up and downstream, desperate to find a way across. As the monks approached the crossing, the older of the...