It was going on noon when I found the Lucky Seven saloon. It was a dingy place on the edge of Tucson, the kind of hole you didn't go to so much as end up at, but I was tired and hungry, and I needed a drink.
Alfred strolled solemnly through the shallow waters of the river. With every step, wet sand oozed between his toes. The sun was setting slowly, its reflection stretching across the river's surface, a rippling semicircle of liquid heat.
Andrea Cremer, author of the "Nightshade" series, will be visiting Omaha.
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.
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."
In the parcel of land once known as North America, ravaged by drought, storms, floods and war, a new country is born. It is called Panem, and in it lives a teenager faced with an impossible decision. There are few other options. The government has seen to that. Every year, two children from each of the 13 districts are chosen to participate in the Hunger Games, a televised fight to the death. Your name is called. You go...unless someone volunteers to go in your stead.
Chris Raschka had a monumental decision to make. He could either go to medical school, which would mean closing his sketch books for the next 10 years, or he could take a leap of faith into an art career.