Beyond Boundaries · Essays and Tidbits From Nancy Bo Flood
I once raised and rode horses and there is nothing like galloping across a field with the wind in your face and the feel of the horse moving under you.…
Read MoreInterview by Vicki Palmquist · Bookology Magazine When you conceived of Cowboy Up! was the poetry format a part of your plan? If not, when did that occur? I was…
Read MoreNancy Bo Flood writes and teaches on the Navajo Reservation where she hikes, rides her bike and attends local rodeos. She is the author of several award-winning books including Navajo…
Read MoreThank you, Karen Lynn Williams, author of many award winning picture books that gently encourage compassion. Karen’s books offer a child’s perspective about what it means to be lose one’s…
Read MoreI am in Kona, Hawaii (Big Island) at my mom’s and last week enjoyed a delightful morning of “kids and books” sponsored by the local bookstore: Kona Stories. A posse…
Read MoreHawaii, Big Island · 2013 August Four swimmers (including me) in black-skinned, neck to toe suits slipped into the inky rolling water. Eight pm. Time to turn on headlights and…
Read MoreGuest Post by Nancy Bo Flood on Janet Fox’s Through the Wardrobe blog, April 18, 2013 Nancy Bo Flood, a good friend and talented fellow Vermont College of Fine Arts grad,…
Read Moreby Karen Williams in her blog, Williams Writes · January 24, 2013 The internet was new (to me anyway). It was 1993…or 4. We had just returned from Haiti. I was working…
Read MoreNovember is American Indian Heritage Month and at The Pirate Tree we begin our celebration with a look at one of the world’s most outstanding and versatile athletes – Jim Thorpe, Sac & Fox (Sauk). Thorpe’s native name is Wa-Tho-Huk, meaning Bright Path, and indeed Thorpe’s courage has blazed new paths for many.
Read MoreToday my mom is having cataract surgery. “A simple procedure, out-patient, and takes only an hour or so. Afterwards a few days of patching, frequent drops, no lifting heavy objects.…
Read MoreDriving Mom home at sunset, we stopped the car by the beach. Near the water’s edge sat an old couple. As the red ball of sun began to slip behind…
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