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  • Las Vegas Writer’s Conference
    Las Vegas Writer’s Conference April 28-30 2016 Hi, My name is Christina Willis and I am the current Publicist for The Henderson Writers’ Group and The Las Vegas Writer’s Conference. I would like to share the information for the 2016 Conference. We as writer’s here in Nevada love our community and would like to extend the information to you and your group members. We would like to get the word out and have it shared with our Henderson, Boulder city and Las Vegas Valley residents. If you would like to set up an appointment to interview our conference coordinator Paul Atreides and do an article for your newsletter that would be even better. We have been putting on this conference for 13 years now and many are not aware how big of an event we host. We have a very large community of writers, authors and publishers here in Las Vegas and Henderson. We are hoping you can help put the word out and keep the Arts alive. For more information and a full press release please contact me via email or the phone number below. I look forward to speaking with you. All the best, Author Christina Willis
    by at March 14th, 2016 at 11:03 am
  • Through the eyes of a narcissist: How Trump Views the World
    Through the eyes of a narcissist. How Trump Views the World. No other words are necessary.
    by at February 21st, 2016 at 03:02 pm
  • Hillary and Nevada Redux
    My Hillary Caucus T-Shirt from 2008 A long eight years ago, I caucused for Hillary Clinton in Las Vegas. It was a tight race then with Obama. At least, it felt tight. A field of candidates still vied for the nomination, a field which slipped away one by one until Super Tuesday made it clear that Barack Obama would be the Democratic Party’s nominee for the White House. Yesterday, Hillary took Nevada again. It was close, closer than I’d like. The delegates are to be split, Clinton 19 and Bernie 15, so as in Iowa, there isn’t a clear mandate. Not like in the Republican race in South Carolina, also yesterday, where The Donald took all 44 delegates. A xenophobic, crass, bellicose fanatic seems destined to represent the GOP in November. I’d like to think that any Democrat could beat him, but that would be naive. Polls from late fall 2015 show that over 50% of Americans say they would never vote for an atheist or a socialist. A fascist vs a socialist is how a Bernie Sanders-Trump race would be billed. The media salivates while the country suffers. I’m pinning my hopes on the good sense of the Democrats to nominate Hillary and on the good sense of the country to elect her.
    by at February 21st, 2016 at 10:02 am
  • CORE Tasting Room Orcutt CA
    CORE Tasting Room in Old Orcutt Check out the family style tasting room in Old Orcutt, Santa Maria (Northern Santa Barbara County) for a welcoming atmosphere and outstanding selection of good to high-end wines. This month they’re running a Valentine’s Special with a tasting of assorted wines and two cheeses with chocolates and caramels for two at $25.
    by at February 20th, 2016 at 02:02 pm
  • Sandra Off the Strip rescued
    Here’s to the start of a new era. I’m happy to report that I’ve finally been able to rescue my site from the hackers who loaded it down with junk sales efforts of knockoff brands. It was incredibly frustrating not to be able to delete the garbage or even edit my own posts.
    by at February 20th, 2016 at 12:02 pm
  • Journey to the Lake of the Oarks
    I took a hiatus from my writing of The Black Scroll to fly/drive to the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri for Mother’s Day. The Ozarks was the home of my Dad’s mother and many of my extended family. I used to spend the summers and school holidays there, roaming the woods, fishing and hunting with my cousins. The shots you see here are from the Cole Camp and Big Buffalo Creek Arms of the Lake of the Ozarks in Benton County Missouri. Nearest “city” of any size is Sedalia. Nearest towns are Cole Camp and the county seat, Warsaw. My grandma’s house today. No longer owned by the family, it’s been allowed to decay. She built it herself from solid stone with help from my uncles & cousins in 1940. In the old days, she grew glorious roses and strawberries sweet as jam. No Trespassing. You don’t see many purple signs in the Ozarks Road to my Aunt Jerry’s house on the Lake You have to cross four of these fords to get to my parent’s place. If it rains hard, you wait til the water goes down. This is road WW. You get there first from State Roads B and then W. Those are paved roads. WW, like all county-maintained roads, is dirt/gravel. My grandma’s house from the road. She’d get snowed in every winter and have her projects – weaving rugs, tooling leather, embroidering tapestries. I remember when she got running water and indoor toilet, then a telephone and finally TV. The roads never had names when I was a kid. About 10 years ago, streets signs appeared. This one is named for my family. Big Buffalo Creek as it narrows from the Lake. The water can rush over the concrete slab ford in heavy weather, washing pickup trucks downstream. Note the clear water naturally purified by the gravel bed.  You can drink right from the creek. This is how deep the water can get. It happens in a flash – a flash flood. Here’s where my mom and I drank coffee in the mornings and had our bourbon in the evenings. The strip of water in background is the Big Buffalo Branch of the Lake of the Ozarks. Can’t see the nearest neighbors. Entrance to the Eagle Club where we ate Mother’s Day Breakfast prepared by the menfolk. Note warning, “No firearms allowed.” But smoking was. No windows at all in the building. We gobbled down our scrambled eggs and sausage in a cloud of tobacco smoke. The Eagle Club Bar 8 Point Deer Head at the Eagle Club Buzzards looking for prey. I saw foxes, coyotes, deer, tortoises, rabbits, raccoon, wild turkeys, eagles, ducks, geese and many other species of birds including cardinals, my favorite. Heard the whip-o-will and owls at night. Lest you forget Cemetery by the side of the road. The oldest graves are from the Civil War. The newest is a man born on Aug 12 1912 who died on Aug 12 2012. No lie. I met his family putting flowers on his gravestone. The old filling station at Edmonson Wild Boar lower jaw. Check out those teeth! Pioneer day post office on my parent’s land.  
    by at May 21st, 2013 at 09:05 am