It’s wonderful to see that, despite my long absence during this first semester, readers continue to come and visit my sites. Thanks for stopping by, everyone!

Now that I have come to the end of the first semester of Library School, I find myself in a healthy standing with new and fabulous information tucked into my utility belt of knowledge. I’ve accomplished reading hundreds of pages about the history of libraries and librarianship, the ethics of the profession, and the changing face of the public library in this country. I’ve conducted literature reviews of journal articles for papers short and long, and I’ve discovered the ins and outs of digging through tens of thousands of offerings to find what is meaningful and what can be put aside.

Along the way, I’ve met many new acquaintances from varying backgrounds and with varying goals once they complete this degree. Some will go on to be school librarians, others in academic libraries, and still others will carry on the efforts to archive the artifacts of human history that we now create in the millions each and every day. And I’ll be in class with many of them throughout the degree, so we should get to know each other fairly well by the time we’re through, even though we each have our own lives outside of school.

So, what have I learned about library science? Quite a few things I knew but didn’t know I knew, for starters. Libraries are places where anyone can go to learn about any topic that interests them, no matter their socioeconomic status, the color of their skin, or which god or gods they believe in or don’t believe in. And everything they look at and check out is private – no one, not even the government or law officials, can come in and ask to see circulation records.  Librarians are humanists, in general, and they exist to help people answer questions and find information so that they can grow intellectually. It is not the librarian’s place to judge anyone for what they read, watch, or search. I had observed these standards all my life in visiting libraries but didn’t realize it is an integral part of the profession. Privacy is at the top of the librarian responsibilities.

I also learned a lot about formal research. We spent many hours digging up journal articles about different aspects of librarianship, from public libraries to academic libraries and special collections to archiving. We reviewed various research methods and technics and assisted classmates with our “big” assignment, a 7-page paper synthesizing 7-10 articles on the topic of our choice.  I dug into data on the effects of digital archives on historical research. None of us came out of the class as experts, but we weren’t expected to. We all came out with a morsel of knowledge and experience we didn’t have previously.

The summer semester will begin in just a couple of weeks, and I’ll continue to absorb all that is possible. I’ll be diving into an introduction to archives and reference services. And somehow I’ll find time to read and write and finish my WIPs. While Book III of the Bona Dea novels has been simmering for quite some time now, more of the details are falling into place. And on another front, two paranormal novellas are solidifying (they’ll be released together as one book). Thanks to the public library, I’ve been reading about witching gardens and magical plants to guide me.

And here is my plug to go and visit your local library. Libraries are community universities and social centers. Without them, the search for knowledge would be more difficult for everyone (even with the internet at most people’s fingertips). Libraries serve our communities with access to vast amounts of knowledge and programs that both inform and entertain. Don’t let our libraries go to waste and don’t let anyone take them away. And while you are there, request that books by your favorite indie authors be added to their shelves. Donate copies of books. Donate time. Join your local Friends of the Library groups.



Dear Followers,

So, amidst the scribbling of poetry in October, I started to think once again about pursing my Master’s Degree in Library Science, something I had considered several years ago but just couldn’t make the logistics of work, kids, and traveling for weekend classes a viable reality.

But now is the time. I’m heading back. Given the deadline for the application, I abandoned my poetry challenge after Day 23 to focus on getting the application and all the supplemental bits submitted on time.

I’m rearranging my life in a few ways to make this happen, but I’m committed to seeing it all the way through.

Starting in December, one of those little rearrangements will likely be taking a hiatus from working on this blog. I may pop on from time-to-time to post about my progress or offer up some advice, but for the most part, this will be a quiet realm.

Thanks for following along.  See you soon.


Elizabeth N. Love


votedDear Readers,

If you haven’t taken advantage of ADVANCED VOTING* like I have, your last opportunity to make a difference in this year’s presidential election is TOMORROW (November 8th)!

No Excuses! If you are an American citizen**, not matter how you got here, it is your right to vote, so no one can tell you can’t. Not your boss, not your neighbor, not some blubberhead on television who doesn’t even know you. Polls will be open all day. Be sure to take a photo ID.

And it isn’t just about POTUS. You may also be voting on retaining judges, sales tax increases, bond issues, county commissioners, state representatives. . . and so many other IMPORTANT issues and offices that directly affect YOU. Local elections matter, too.

Need to know where to go? Contact your county election office or check the internet!

*Where available. Advanced voting let’s you vote when it is convenient in your schedule.  I voted on October 30th while I was waiting for my broken phone to be repaired. A good use of my time.

**For those of you outside the United States, be sure to vote at your next election!

#OctPoWriMo 18 – Ancient Water

Ancient water pressed into rock
Markings of a billion years
Time unknown before the clock
Ticked inanely in our ears

Ancient water, once it flowed
Across these plains now hot and dry
The same hot sun has always glowed
In the same brilliant and bold blue sky

Ancient water springing anew
The same water all Earth life has shared
Cleanse the world, wash my view
Bring solace to all life repaired

Ancient water, the cycle repeats
From life to sea to sky and down
Future times and travelers meet
Drape Mother Earth in her watery gown

#OctPoWriMo 6-Apple

Protective layer of glossy skin,
Mottled red and lightly speckled,
Cannot withstand my closing grin.
Red skin, white flesh, the edges deckeled.

Sweet and tart tumble inside my maw,
Fibrous chunks milled by my gnashers.
Juice trails across my pale paw
As I grip the fruit corpse between my slashers.

Glorious fruit, your bounty behold!
The fruit becomes a part of me,
and  I know, as sure as I grow old,
I’ll become a part of that tree.

The Moderate Birder

I profess to a love of watching and listening to birds.  I enjoy studying their behaviors and identifying the different species I see throughout the year, marking the seasons by their migrations, and seeing the next generation take flight. Observing the natural world offers therapeutic relief from the stresses of the human world and replenishes my spirit.

I’m not a The Big Year type of birder, spending countless dollars and vacation days jetting off to bird hubs just to get a glimpse of different species (this would only add to those human stress factors). I hang feeders in my yard with various types of bird favorites and watch them come and go. I listen to the cardinals, goldfinches, sparrows and blue jays as they swoop in and out for lunch or extended snacks. I drive around the lake looking for ducks, eagles, and sandpipers or along county roads looking for hawks, turkeys, and meadowlarks.

Northern Mockingbird
Northern Mockingbird

When I’ve seen all I can see from my car and when the weather warms to a reasonable temperature, I take more deliberate outings walking the streamway trails and footpaths that make up the recreation system in our county. Away from noisy roadways and the congestion of people, birds are abundant. With my binoculars or camera in hand (I can’t carry both at the same time), I can spy the smaller varieties of feathered critters hiding among the trees and prairie grasses. With over 250 species coming through or residing in Eastern Kansas, I find a few new species each year that I haven’t seen before.

For birds outside my local area, I catch them on trips I’ve already planned for the family. Driving east or west, I may be able to spot hawks and songbirds along fences and at rest stops. Since we’ll be heading to Maine this month, I’m looking forward to finding some particular species I’ll never see in Kansas, such as puffins and storm-petrels.

I’ve been lucky this year to capture some of my observations with my camera, including the ever-elusive pileated woodpecker who swooped onto a utility pole while I just happened to be nearby. Birders know how exciting it can be to finally spot the one bird you’ve been looking for!


Cliff Swallows
Cliff Swallows

So far this year, I have over 70 birds on my yearly list, including several new varieties. And exciting as it is to find those new ones and the old favorites, the true joy of bird watching is just knowing they are out there and taking the time to listening to the natural chorus they sing.


2016 Bird List