Karla Bowen Herman
I've always wanted to be an author, ever since I was a little girl. Time has a way of flying by when you're raising a family. But, I've discovered you're never too old to start! May something I write someday, lift someone's heart.
The Last Pear Tree
"A tree truly does give life," Camilla asserted to herself, as she walked toward the lone pear tree near the edge of their mountain compound. Her sandals crunched on the dry soil, to the beat of the groans from her shrunken stomach. A buzzard soared in a wide circle above her, waiting patiently for dying prey. Camilla shaded her eyes with her hands and looked up, "Vultures and buzzards are the only creatures to thrive, during this world-wide drought."
An Ice Box for Mary
During the darkest of times, a bright light will sometimes swell out of hearts in response... It's called: "Love in Action". Our recent pandemic caused me to reflect on the account of another pandemic; and how it affected—not only its victim, but her entire community. This is their story:
How the Wee Coo Became Great
Scotland is famous for its darling, cute, hairy, wee cow (pronounced “coo”) that has grazed the rugged Scottish Highlands since the 6th century. It is miniature, compared to the average cow (with which folks are most familiar). People wonder whether the Highland coo originated in Scotland, or was imported with the Vikings from Scandinavia, or what? But actually, the darling, wee Highland coos began with a lad named Lachlan, who lived way back then, in the 6th century. Read on for his tale—but first, a little history...
Ganhail Reaches for the Unreachable
'Good enough' was NEVER good enough for Ganhail. He had loving parents, friends, and a pretty young woman who was devoted to him. But, he was not a Knight; for he was not the son of a King, Duke, Earl, or Baron. He was the son of lowly peasants. Ganhail knew this system of things was not just. He was determined to right an unrightable wrong; believing the only way for him to change things for the better, was to become a Knight. It was an impossible dream, but somehow, he had to achieve his quest.
Taking a Stand at Rund Låve (the Round Barn)
A Bedtime Story—The History of the Mouse family: Mette Mouse still did not want to go to sleep, even though her Mor (Mother), Margit, had tucked her into the hay 20 minutes ago. Mette pleaded from her bed: "Tell me a story, Bestemor (Grandmother)! Please?"
"Diary of a Great White Shark"
This is dedicated to my granddaughter, Faith, who is fascinated with sharks. I gave her a shark book when we were all on vacation together. Not an appropriate bedtime story, you say? Perhaps... But, Faith loved reading about the extraordinary abilities of sharks when she was a young girl—especially about Great White Sharks. May she always care about and appreciate all creatures, great and small. I hope you enjoy reading a Great White Shark's perspective from conception to death, as a guardian of the seas.
My mother used to have a wise saying about how the world could be a much better place: “Each one, help one.” Mama explained to me that back in the cruel days of slavery, when it was against the law for slaves to read or write; anyone who was able to learn against all odds, was obligated to secretly teach someone else. In our modern times, Mama altered the phrase... Thankfully, there is no longer a need for: "Each one, teach one" (in the majority of the world nowadays); but there is still an urgent need—sometimes a very desperate one—for: "Each one, help one."