Elena Dorothy Bowman

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Elena Dorothy Bowman, formerly an aerospace software engineer, is an Honors graduate of Fitchburg College earning her BS Degree in Engineering and Management. She serves as an officer in the Massachusetts Chapter of the National League of American PenWomen. Her novel Contact, which has won the coveted APA award for its audio book, is the first in the Sarah's Landing Series of four science-fiction/ mystery/ romance novels all of which have been published by Write Words Inc/Cambridge Books. Other novels -The House On The Bluff is the first in The Legacy Series of three Romantic Suspense/Mystery/Thriller, bordering on the Paranormal. All of which were published by Write Words Inc/Cambridge Books. Three stand alone novels, Time-Rift, The Odyssey and The Imposter have all been published by Write Words Inc. as ebooks with Write Words Inc., ebooksonthe.net.
Elena has co-written and published through Lulu.com, two other non-fiction books. One with her husband, James; The Continuum, and a biographical one with her brother Alfred, Military Justice-Denied, which is a limited private release.
Her prize winning short story Canollies For Christmas was published in The Lowell Sun. She has also co-written and co-produced a Musical Workshop, which was performed at the Merrimack Regional Theater. The Mother of four and Grandmother of one, she lives in Massachusetts with her husband.



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Posted 15 Years Ago


There is one kind of laugh that I always did recommend; it looks out of the eye first with a merry twinkle, then it creeps down on its hands and knees and plays around the mouth like a pretty moth around the blaze of a candle, then it steals over into the dimples of the cheeks and rides around in those whirlpools for a while, then it lights up the whole face like the mellow bloom on a damask rose, then it swims up on the air, with a peal as clear and as happy as a dinner-bell, then it goes back again on gold tiptoes like an angel out for an airing, and it lies down on its little bed of violets in the heart where it came from.
- - - Josh Billings