From the Olympic stadium in Ancient Greece to the banks of the Housatonic River … E.S. Kraay writes stories about things that make a difference.
A native of the Berkshire Hills in Western Massachusetts, I cherish fond memories of Tanglewood, the Pittsfield Public Library, Herman Melville, Norman Rockwell, Richmond Pond, Pontoosuc Lake, the Hashim Boys, Rudy Benedetti, my Auntie and Babcia in Housatonic and my Aunt Sadie in Westfield, and so many, many other people and places that remain dear to my heart.
As a young boy, I was blessed with a wonderful English teacher, Norman Najimy. Mr. Najimy had a passion for the written word, and his passion still burns in me and drives me to write books. He inspired me to read every night. That was half a century ago, and I haven’t missed a night since. Before I was a student of Norman Najimy’s, my life’s dream was to be an archaeologist. After that eighth-grade English class, I wanted to write books.
I wandered for 40 years in the desert and did not fulfill that ambition until 2008 when The Olympian was published. A dozen years and well more than a half-million words later, I lay claim to seven novels.
My heart has led me to each story with the conviction that despite the challenges we face as members of an ever-expanding universe, someone, somewhere will always rise to do what’s morally right for this planet we call Earth and for the billions of creatures who inhabit it.
As It Is WrittenRead more: As It Is Written
Many years ago, one of my favorite homilists – Redemptorist Father Greg Weist – moderated our monthly book club that featured Flannery O’Connor’s collection of short stories Everything That Rises Must Converge. He opened the discussion with these words, “The kingdom of heaven is like a pig farm…” It was a brilliant way to begin…
The Greatest LoveRead more: The Greatest Love
As It Is Written… “The greatest love is to recognize the faults and shortcomings of that which you love and go on loving just the same.” Leon Uris, Armageddon, 1963 I’ve carried my copy of Armageddon: A Novel of Berlin by Leon Uris for 53 years since I read it in the spring of my…
No Man Is a Failure Who Has FriendsRead more: No Man Is a Failure Who Has Friends
As it is written… “No man is a failure who has friends.” Clarence Oddbody Every Christmas, my wife and I watch Frank Capra’s iconic film “It’s a Wonderful Life.” We enjoyed it as much this year as we have every other year, maybe even more the older we get. “When did we start watching this?”…
Billion-Year-Old CarbonRead more: Billion-Year-Old Carbon
As it is written… “We are stardust, we are goldenWe are billion-year-old carbonAnd we’ve got to get ourselvesBack to the garden” Joni Mitchel, Woodstock As a cadet at the U.S. Air Force Academy, I would have been an unlikely participant in the 1969 Woodstock music festival at Max Yasgur’s farm even though it was less…