What is Your Personal Legend?
This year we are asking people to write about their “Personal Legend.” Each year I think everyone evaluates their life and their journey a little bit around the holidays and…
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Katie Steinharter – My Personal Legend
There is a quote I learned while living in Australia: “Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love… and then we return home.” When Literary Traveler asked…
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In the Kitchen with Literary Traveler: 7 Cookbooks Inspired by Literature
By Amanda Festa I’m not going to mince words here (although I am better at mincing words than I am at mincing anything edible), cookbooks have taken on a life…
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Boston’s Book Eden
by Virginia Pye Everyone knows that Boston is a book-loving city, but since moving back to the area after more than thirty years away, I’ve been amazed by the thriving…
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Holden Caulfield in Winter Manhattan
by Jennifer Ciotta, Holden Caulfield generates so much inspirational buzz, he needs no introduction. This immortal character, star of The Catcher in the Rye written by J.D. Salinger, continues to flourish…
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A Harry Potter State of Mind in Winter Alaska
by Melissa Mapes The afternoon sun, bright but ephemeral, reflected off the snow, giving the expanse of Cook Inlet and the city of Anchorage a luminous glow. I leaned forward…
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A Brief History Of Edward Gorey’s Creepy Cape Cod
by David Silon Cape Cod has a history going back four hundred years, that is, if you’re not counting the unwritten history of the Native Americans. In this time, Cape…
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Magic Mountains: Literature, Culture and Coffee in Colombia
Colombia is one of the most spectacular and colorful countries in South America. It is the only country on the continent with both Caribbean and Pacific coastlines, and its culture…
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Daydreaming in Kyle Canyon, Mt. Charleston
by Philip Lewis My day started coming to life when I took a step outside that June day, walking barefoot on my concrete patio. I made sure to lightly step…
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At Shelley’s Grave: The Ineffable Calico Cat at il Cimitero Straniero
So I said, most impractically, to the obliging calico cat with yellow eyes, as we turned to depart the old Protestant Cemetery, that walled oasis of green quietude in the midst of hurried, cacophonous Rome.
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