Cinthia Ritchie, former Seward Phoenix Log editor and reporter, and author of her first novel, ‘Dolls Behaving Badly’ will sign copies of her book at Cover to Cover Bookstore Saturday, March 16 at 1:00 p.m. It’s one of a host of Seward’s 3rd annual Spring Break-Up Festival events this weekend. The book’s about a single mother, living in Anchorage with her son, pregnant sister, son’s babysitter and various pets, and her struggle to not only survive on what she makes as a waitress, and creating erotic barbie dolls, but also to find love, and acceptance in the area’s art scene. (Ritchie celebrates after […]
By Heidi Zemach for SCN Alaska writer Cinthia Ritchie’s debut novel Dolls Behaving Badly, released Feb 5 by...
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Its time to honor a commitment. Over the past year or so, from the shelves of the library, to the depths of the book sale, to chance meetings in dimly lit secondhand shops; Ive been a lucky man. There are over 60 books now that I have met, fallen for, and written about for Seward City News. What started as a quest to highlight the eccentricities of that wonderful little library downtown, has become something more something else. A fire-breathing stallion to gallop across the tattered, coffee-stained pages of the published histories of all things unusual. A peculiar smelling […]Read more ›
Preamble (Perhaps ramble?): The physical act of writing, Ive discovered, can have a curious similarity to say, a relationship with a close friend, separated by distance and alienated by a busy life, that may seem solid within your own mind as based on past experiences, but in reality can be closer to a forgotten house plant, dry and dormant, thats been hiding behind the curtains since last summer. Surely my writing, sadly enough, would more closely resemble the cats favorite scratch&squat than some happy flower on a sunny windowsill. That being said however, Im happy to say (although a little […]Read more ›
“The Great Bear” Edited by John A. Murray Bears schmares. Lets talk about bears. The other day, I was late to work. My phone was dead. The internal alarm clock stuck on snooze. Nothing too exciting. The fun part of the story though, is that since Im currently residing in a blue-tarped hobo camp out in yonder woods, and have joked about being woken up by friendly neighborhood bears from time to time, a general consensus was formed that perhaps my absence was caused by the better part of me now residing in some fat and happy, overstuffed bruin, asleep […]Read more ›
‘Two Marbles to Change the World’ Inspired by, Marbles: A Player’s Guide by Shar Levine & Vicki Scudamore A Dedication, if I may: To Dad, whose unequalled strength in heart and mind I pray inherit half as much. You are definitely way cooler than Batman. So we begin – Being a fan of ribald and rowdy humor, Ive often enjoyed the awful joke throughout the years of explaining the why and whereabouts of certain illegitimate children the world over who will someday curse my name in song. (I did say ribald you know ) And, though this ostracizing bit of comedic […]Read more ›
‘Hotter than Hell’ by Jane Butel The first time I met Rosie was in the garden. I was seven years old. She was nine. We kissed beneath the warm and sheltering cloth of tangled vines, bumping our heads against tomatoes warm to the core from a watchful sun, laughing at the way such a silly game could make our noses tingle so, while all around us life was humming happy daydream lovely tunes. Lost from the world in our own verdant castle, tracing green leaf fractured shadows made from lazy bugs too full to fly, we agreed that some day […]Read more ›
Don’t Squat With Yer Spurs On! by Texas Bix Bender I’m not the soundest of sleepers. Oftentimes it can be almost impossible to hit the hay without a hundred different cockeyed rodents running through my head at once; which as you may know, is not a pleasant feeling. Plus it can leave one corner of my mind a bit, uh, musty shall we say? For this reason, (and in that elusive spirit of mental hygiene), my usual approach to vanquishing insomnia has been to think of hip, new sayings that will be all the rage at next week’s parties. An […]Read more ›
‘Las Vegas, City of Sin?’ by Dick Taylor and Pat Howell The sun is early to rise this day; the eastern sky an illuminated pastel painting swiftly changing. A young mother steps from the bed, showers quickly and dresses while the children are still fast asleep – the youngest one surprised by daylight, slumbering through his nightly gnaw on the ear of what was once a good looking rabbit. All is quiet within the walls of their average suburban home, yet the air is heavy with that sinking feeling of Monday’s come a bit too early. For once again the […]Read more ›
It’s one of my all-time favorite pickup lines: “Honey, when you’re done with this zero, call the hero.” At which point I proffer a limited edition, Chewbacca commemorative pin, with my phone number and Capt. Reynolds – Rogue Squadron Leader written on the back to the lucky lady. (You’d be surprised at how often this works.) But now, times have changed. Turns out I was wrong all along. And those zeros? They’re the real heroes. So, after reading Charles Seife’s “Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea”, I’m changing my stripes and saying farewell to this time-honored line. Although, I […]Read more ›
I’ve got it bad. My addiction that is. For years now I’ve been a user, an abuser, and a multi-layered loser. And the worst of it is I didn’t even know it. That is, not until I read 12 Steps to Raw Foods; or as I like to call it, “The I Enjoy Eating Eater’s Guide to Developing a Guilt Complex”. Thanks a lot Victoria Boutenko. So now you know my secret. Are you in the club too? Because if you’ve ever enjoyed a Bacon Cheeseburger more than you should have, or had sinful thoughts about chocolate late at night […]Read more ›
I like sex. I’m sure you do too. And that guy who lives across the street, with the hamster ranch, pirate flag and Alaska’s largest collection of Cabbage Patch dolls? Oh yeah. You bet he does. So we all have something in common. Sort of. Because although we may all enjoy that most frivolously sacrosanct of human pleasures, that certainly doesn’t make us bosom buddies. Even elbow buddies is a close one; sometimes close but often far. But that’s just it. Sex, sex and sex are all very different things. (Especially sex.) So this is where it gets fun. (And […]Read more ›
Every now and then, and I do mean once in a while, there’s a book comes along that needs no introduction; no funny lines, or contemporaneous, odd observations to illuminate its eccentricities. It simply is, without discretion, an absolutely fascinating piece of supreme literation. The essence of what Project Bookpiglet attempts to be. It all started this past week, due to the kindness of my friend Judy, that I met with such excellent fortune as to encounter such a book. For when one spends his days surrounded on all sides by books from every nook and cranny of the wild […]Read more ›
If I make it through this alive, I’ll owe Jesus a cheeseburger. I really should have gone to church and made some friends a while back. For once again, we find that the Day of Ham has descended upon us in all it’s Springtime glory. And if I just show up at church on Easter without any warning, trying to weasel my way into a home cooked meal, it’s liable to arouse suspicion. And perhaps consternation? Yet nevertheless, I need my ham. And don’t forget about the leftovers! Those bowls of ham soup and dee-licious ham quiches, exquisite egg ecstasies […]Read more ›
“Your Erroneous Zones” by Dr. Wayne W. Dyer The clock is ticking. The day slipping by. And still I have no mission true, not a solitary, sideways clue of what to put upon this blank, awfully clean and bright white page. I don’t know where this crazy week has gone, but it certainly left me no time to intricately weave between these measured lines my rattled, obfuscated mind. Luckily for me, as I was passing by my crate of future book recruits, I was struck by the piercing, I-just-ate-all-your-cheese smile of Dr. Wayne W. Dyer, eyeing me from the somewhat […]Read more ›
I can still remember my Dad’s old Fire car; the one he drove for a short while during his earlier days working for the city Fire Department. And it’s not the make or model or even color that’s etched in my memory, but two other features that left such a strong impression on that little boy I once knew. One universal. One very special. His twirling blue magnetic emergency light, and the radio. The first held all the promise of SuperDad heroics at the flip of a switch – his hidden cape disguised yet ready, as he drove us to […]Read more ›
Hiking the Bigfoot Country by John Hart The moment I laid eyes on “Hiking the Bigfoot Country”, I couldn’t help but be swept away by a haunting memory I’ve tried my best to forget. It happened so long ago, in such a different time and place, that it sometimes seems it was all a dream. But alas, the events were far more real than even my crazy imagination could ever conjure. I, was once involved in a Bigfoot sighting. And no, I didn’t catch the mythic ape-man on camera, traipsing through the mossy woods in an underexposed, poorly developed one […]Read more ›
In circumspect pursuit of supinely divined literary delectations, notwithstanding erstwhile proficiency in such piffling matters considering the breadth of sullen sanctimoniousness our globe engulfs at present, one warm and fainéant afternoon not so very long ago, a fortuitous encounter with an unassuming book enkindled an expansive voyage of luciferous rumination, set to sail upon a burnished sea of eloquence. And your response to such an irrefragable statement? Prior to accusing me of pharisaical prognostications concerning linguistic juggernauts, all for the sake of thoroughly trouncing colloquial witticisms in favor of monolithic incomprehensibility, a parenthetical catafalque of our modern tongue if you’ll […]Read more ›
It is a scene engraved in history. A thin man in simple dress, with a bowler balanced atop his head, sways his body in measured arcs as his fingers fly across the keys, and raucous music fills the room. From time to time he arches his back, stretching the aching muscles connecting his shoulders to his arms to his hands, on to the ivories and into the music, and smiles as a cool, damp cloth is pressed against his brow. The woman lying atop the piano smiles back as she returns the cloth to her bodice, and shifts her hips […]Read more ›
The Complete Book of Puppets and Puppeteering – by Robert Ten Eyck Hanford Shrill cries emerge from behind the curtain. Then laughter. Thumping, bumping, someone jumping, to and fro across the stage. More nonsensical shouts reach out, and the audience begins to wonder. What lies behind the silken cloth and cries and carries so? Be it man or beast? We’ve got to know! And yet, it’s neither. With a pull of the cable the curtain rises, the lanterns are lit. And first before the merry hundreds packed within, all eyes up front affixed intense, stands a puppet. And the puppet, […]Read more ›
Ah, Valentine’s Day. That special time of year when all things frivolous are slapped into a heart shaped box, pasted with ribbons, dressed up like a burlesque dancer, and thus inescapably appear as a constant reminder of one’s joy, or pain, or even vague indifference when it comes to love. For men especially, it is a holiday fraught with peril. There are expectations, real or imagined, that must be met. Flowers to purchase. A date to plan. And the ultimate razor’s edge: chocolate. Buy too big a box and you’ll be hearing about its evils for weeks to come. But […]Read more ›
Ive been sitting on this one for quite some time now. With a book as utterly fantastic as Stick-Fighting: Self-Defense, you dont just toss this one to the wolves willy-nilly. However, recent events at the Senior Center have called for drastic measures, and its time to bring out the big guns. Well, sticks in our case. Now Im about to let you in one of the biggest secrets in town. And no, it doesnt concern cruise ships or coal dust, poop in the park or rolling blackouts. No, this is, in my humble opinion, the most delicious secret on the […]Read more ›