Book Review: Inventing Niagaraby Geoff Kelly |
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Like the river for which it’s named, Ginger Strand’s Inventing Niagara begins gradually, channeling mighty historical forces before branching off, gathering speed and turbulence before plunging in a breathtaking spectacle—only to rise again, light, airy, and refreshing as mist. |
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Flash Fictionby Lisa Forrest |
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Nobody believes me when I tell about the time I flew on my snow shovel. Well, my cousin Bobby does. Sort of. He says it was more of a levitation than flying. I guess he’s right. Standing out there leaning against the shovel, I felt my legs lift right up from the ground. I held the wooden handle tight with the shovel stuck in the snow. I looked back over my shoulder and, sure enough, my legs were floating like flags blowing in the wind. Then I ran into the house to tell Mom, “I flew on my snow shovel!” She was busy making a racket in the kitchen. She stopped for a minute and said “Oh you did!” in that tone grown-ups use when kids try to tell them something that seems too silly. She went back to mixing cookies, mumbling oven directions under her breath. |
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Literary Buffalo Listingsby Just Buffalo |
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Literary Buffalo, presented by Just Buffalo |