Jane Little Botkin

So what does a book title suggest? The part after the colon?

By Jane Little Botkin / September 15, 2018 / Comments Off on So what does a book title suggest? The part after the colon?

Have you ever been to a wine tasting? You sip a delicious Shiraz and next want to try a Sangiovese. But before you can move on to the next wine, you must rinse the taste out of your mouth with a sip of water, or the two flavors will meld, giving a false impression. In other words, you…

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A comic strip illustration of a well class woman

Jane Street and the Housemaid Rebellion: Sex, Syndicalism, and Denver’s Capitol Hill

By Jane Little Botkin / September 11, 2018 / Comments Off on Jane Street and the Housemaid Rebellion: Sex, Syndicalism, and Denver’s Capitol Hill

Since I am about to resume work on my new book, Jane Street and the Housemaid Rebellion: Sex, Syndicalism, and Denver’s Capitol Hill, I am re-posting a blog from my Chasing Rabbits page at www.franklittleandtheiww.net. Later I will break down this title for readers. It sounds nasty, doesn’t it? I will say this, if the “Me, Too”…

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Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

Who’s Butch Cassidy? For Whom Do We Authors Write?

By Jane Little Botkin / September 9, 2018 / Comments Off on Who’s Butch Cassidy? For Whom Do We Authors Write?

Here I am, my brain processing facts, connections, and others’ analyses for two different books. I can’t believe I started writing at such a late period in my life, but it is what it is, and I have to be hyper-vigilant about my interpretations and analyses, and even word choices. Sometimes I type a word…

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A beautiful view of the city with the statue of a Red Indian

The Dude Was Born, and the Western Rockies Have Never Been the Same

By Jane Little Botkin / August 24, 2018 / Comments Off on The Dude Was Born, and the Western Rockies Have Never Been the Same

On my way home from Lander, Wyoming, after a horrible start, so bad that I questioned the wisdom in flying out last week. My Southwest Airlines flight took off an hour and half late because someone got the emergency exit door stuck. My connection in Denver was a charter flight to Riverton, WY. Instructions were…

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The Best Part of a Story Is When It Changes

By Jane Little Botkin / August 20, 2018 / Comments Off on The Best Part of a Story Is When It Changes

My mom died. It is a strange feeling being an orphan at my age. I am uncomfortable with the void I feel. I talked to her every day for the last twenty-three years. She had been diagnosed with lung cancer in January. Four months later, gone. One of my best fans, gone. Of course, I…

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Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

By Jane Little Botkin / August 16, 2018 / Comments Off on Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

I email Bump Boedeker’s bronc image to Sarah. I hope the new discovery peaks her interest in her heritage. Cowboys may not impress her much; after all, she is a Wyoming girl where Steamboat is imprinted on everything except the state flag. (Steamboat is Wyoming’s ubiquitous bucking bronc logo.) And like my son, she attended…

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Bump Boedeker, Ride “‘Em, Cowboy!”

By Jane Little Botkin / August 15, 2018 / Comments Off on Bump Boedeker, Ride “‘Em, Cowboy!”

Taking care of a dying person is draining, but I can fend off depression by concentrating on the Boedeker family. This tack triggers another realization, adding guilt to my panoply of emotions. I realize that I am a voyeur, my mind’s eye loupe is peering into their lives without permission. Should I tell Sarah? I…

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