Journalism professor discusses his book on Native American culture

Hugh Reilly, associate professor in UNO's School of Communications, spoke Feb. 15 at a seminar for the Center for Great Plains Studies at UNL about The Great Sioux Uprising in 1862, a topic that inspired his book, "Bound to Have Blood: Frontier Newspapers and the Plains Indian Wars."


Exploring the fiction of Patricia McCormick, crusading journalist and writer for young adults

National Book Award finalist Patricia McCormick discusses her work at the UNO Criss Library during an intimate reading of her latest novel, "Never Fall Down."


Get attached to Rainbow Rowell’s ‘Attachments’

Oh, the forbidden office romance. So exciting. So taboo.


10 reasons to read a book

While packing up The Gateway office,  I came across a red and white bookmark that made me smile. On one side was a list of...

Brevity

We should have recognized the omens the night we cruised into Santa Fe. When snowdrifts obscured the friendly signs and covered the windows of strangers that would normally welcome visitors like us; when blizzard-like conditions caused every automobile to creep along the interstate in fear that an overcorrection of the wheel might fatefully crush metal and bones upon impact with red rock encased in ice; when we finally arrived at our hotel room, exhausted after twelve hours on the road, and it appeared as though a drug dealer or wild animal had inhabited the place for months -- crooked picture frames and dank, mustard-colored sheets left behind as ruffled remnants of his nightly terrors, induced by bad trips, bad dreams, or bad luck.


Sarah Mckinstry-Brown: Cradling Monsoons

Sarah Mckinstry-Brown is a poet, mother and wife.  She is one woman balancing a monsoon of tasks. Mckinstry-Brown explained that life's gifts and blessings can become cumbersome, such is the nature of life.  This is the inspiration behind her new full-length collection of poetry, "Cradling Monsoons."


RUNNING RED

I'm punched red as the green hills watch.  They roll on in silence, echoing the red fists that work my face into bulges and gashes.  Carl used to strike me pink with love. But these days, it's with fists.