Rosslyn Elliott
Rosslyn Elliott is a professional writer, researcher, and editor. Her chief joys include learning new skills, getting past small talk to the real human being beneath, and writing articles that move people to laugh, think, or just feel better. She believes in inclusion, dignity and opportunity for all people, especially cultural outsiders and the poor. Rosslyn has worked in many genres of writing, including novels, journalistic features, social media marketing, academic writing, feasibility studies, stage plays, radio and video promotional copy, corporate reports and communications, and more. She is an accomplished public speaker who has read poetry onstage for the symphony orchestra and appeared in numerous radio interviews. She loves libraries and good teachers. Her historical novels have won awards and critical acclaim for their humanity, depth of research, and prose quality.
“Because we live in a democracy, and the people can't govern themselves well if they don't know the truth about the world we live in. What if our rich citizens never hear of the poverty and suffering of the rest of the city? Why should they ever give to charity or vote for reform?”
“Her heart did not want to give up this burden, painful though it was ... The crushing pain in her chest was all she had to tie her to them until they were together again.”
“I know it's beyond what you can bear, child. You must not try to carry this alone.”
“The world couldn't heal as long as human beings were so determined to place gain over virtue, so determined to lead others to ruin down the wrong path.”
“I'm not weeping for what I've lost ... I'm just grateful to the Lord, grateful that he gave me so much. ... Praise the Almighty God for what he gave me, for such love and such joy.”
“Life had engraved such beauty in those lines of age and wisdom ...”
“Is there anything fairer than morning?" she murmured, not expecting an answer.He was quiet for a moment. "I can think of three things.”
“It was the moment of early spring like the pause when a fiddler has lifted his bow and holds it over the strings, ready to call forth the music.”