Lori Lamothe
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Poet, Writer, Mom. Owner of two rescue huskies. Former baker who writes on books, true crime, culture and fiction.
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Archaeologists Excavating the Real-Life "Stone Table" from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
This July, archaeologists began excavating the famous “Arthur's Stone” in Herefordshire, England. A thousand years older than Stonehenge, the Neolithic monument is said to be the place where King Arthur slew a giant. But there's another reason the 5,000-year-old site is legendary: it's the inspiration for the Stone Table in C.S. Lewis's The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.
By Lori Lamothe2 years ago in FYI
Jane Austen's Persuasion Is Based on a Real-Life Romance
Period dramas have always been popular and that's not going to change anytime soon. In recent years there has been the Apple TV+ series about Emily Dickinson, the remake of Jane Austen's Emma, the ongoing Outlander saga and the wildly popular Bridgerton. So it's no surprise Netflix will air a re-imagining of Austen's Persuasion this Friday.
By Lori Lamothe2 years ago in Geeks
The Summer of Stranger Things. Runner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge. Top Story - June 2022.
It was my family's equivalent of zucchini. Not that my brothers and I hadn't had our share of variations on that vegetable: zucchini bread, zucchini casserole, baked zucchini, boiled zucchini, fried zucchini—and on and on. The three of us grew to hate the very site of the indestructible plant slowly taking over my mother's garden. For years afterward I couldn't look at zucchini, never mind eat it, but that summer the speckled green vegetable was impossible to avoid.
By Lori Lamothe2 years ago in Feast
Nothing But Water
I don't recall her face, but why would I? We were in different classes, different lifeboats and, from what she's just told me, she spent all her time on the Carpathia stealing napkins to use as diapers. I, on the other hand, alternated between mourning my 19 lost trunks and collecting business cards.
By Lori Lamothe2 years ago in Fiction
Bread
Edith Forster's gaze skipped from the brass bed to the horsehair sofa to the dressing table. The large teak box sat at the center of the table, an inch or so from where it had been when she dressed for dinner just six hours earlier. Katie stood by her side, ready to pack up whatever her employer deemed worth saving.
By Lori Lamothe2 years ago in Fiction
The Offering
Nights the band played the same ragtime tunes but the dead danced differently on land. By the light of the fire, the women's hair floated translucent as they dipped and spun across the library. The men were equally languid, their black coattails fluttering behind them as their arms windmilled and their legs kicked out in slow motion. Sometimes one of the third-class passengers broke into an Irish jig and everyone joined in, whirling and clapping until Ismay got so dizzy he nearly passed out.
By Lori Lamothe2 years ago in Fiction