Lara Lee's Blog

I really did not know what to expect of an art museum in a town of 10,000 people. Jackson Hole, Wyoming is a high-class gem in the midst of the Rocky Mountains, but how nice of museum could possibly exist in the middle of a state with less people than most big cities? It turns […]

Anyone who knows me knows I research ALOT and yet still manage to do things the hard way. Moving fro San Antonio, Texas to Jackson, Wyoming has been no different. Why? Because for some odd reason I refuse to do anything the way anyone in their right mind would do it. So here it me […]

The omnipresent General Neuro-synchronized Autonomous Technology, or GNAT continued to stream commercials and advertisements. On her current data plan, she could only afford to have two hours of music streaming time and one hour of silence. The rest of her day was filled with commercials to offset the low price. She typically saved the music for when she was home after work, and the one hour of silence for the only hour in the day she was in the same room as another human being, lunchbreak.

“She wasn’t one of them, you know,” said the ancient man sitting on the coastal rocks above me.I had come to the beach to take photographs of the sunset and the seals for my college class. The 35mm camera in my hand had been my grandfather’s before all the digital features became standard.

“They fear the Ogres more than they care for honor and loyalty. They have escaped to safety while leaving an open path for the next village to be destroyed.”“Why do you stay?” asked the fool. “You, even with the skill and victories of your past, cannot win alone.”“Because I swore an oath when I took this crown to defend and protect the land of my father and his father,” replied the king with his hands clenched.

On my blog, I recently have been reviewing fiction books that are enjoyable for middle school through high school. I venture into books for younger and older groups when I review classics and even nonfiction, but I haven’t spent much time reviewing books for the youngest children. I have been wanting to write this post […]

One random day, my husband received a text friend, “Would you be interested in an opportunity…” We had not really traveled far in a long time. Not long after this text, our whole family were on an airplane to visit Jackson, Wyoming to see if we would like to move there for my husband’s Job […]

Her hands were old, but her mind was still young. By the year the dragon came, the village of Westgate had considered Oma old for the last thirty years, yet she didn't die. She was just pig-headed and ornery that way.

The Dryad Queen, Mya, refuses to marry. She invents an impossible competion to have the ambitous king from the surrounding lands fighting for her hand in marrage, but will a fool from White Rock Cove ruin all her plans?

Many people, including myself, long to develop thicker skin to deal with criticism with courage and fortitude. I honestly think that this is a myth.