M.B. HENRY 
About Me
M.B. Henry has been passionate about history since her Ancient Egypt phase in the sixth grade. US Military History became her major interest in high school, and she combined her historical endeavors with her writing endeavors to make poems and stories that bring history to life. While querying a completed historical-fiction novel and writing a few others, she is also pleased to share here the fascinating historical tidbits that she picks up… Read More
Today’s Book Recommendations
“Well, you have to visit the Underground,” a friend told me over dinner last fall. It was just before I was due to take off for my first trip to Seattle. My head raced with questions. Was there some sort of impressive underground rail system in Seattle? Was “the Underground” a little-known community within the town? Some sort of artistic district that I just had to see? Well, as it turns out,… Read More
In the summer of 2016, I drove down an isolated road in Southern Georgia. There wasn’t much around. There were just a few run-down houses here and there. Cotton fields stretched on to the horizon. Silence hung heavy along with the heat. There were only a few signs with arrows to point me to my destination. I followed them to a small parking lot that was practically empty of cars. A quiet… Read More
As winter sets in, here is some poetic musing on the force of time and how fast it moves. Enjoy! Tick, tock, tick, tock That’s the sound of the old brass clock I breathe deeper, it chimes the hour It has no feelings, it does not cower I sit and grip the arm of my chair It sits across from me with a blank stare It has no eyes, yet I feel… Read More
Once upon a time, deep in the mountains of Germany, there was a charming little village named Lauscha. It was surrounded by snowy slopes and magnificent pine trees, and was home to generations of glassblowers. It was a special town indeed, because since the mid-1800s, their primary trade was Christmas. The traditional German Tannenbaum or Kristbaum had caught the attention of the rest of the world. Seeing an opportunity, Lauscha turned their… Read More
May 2, 1946 started as a normal day on the job for William Miller. Or at least, as normal as any day could be on “the Rock” – what most people called Alcatraz Prison. Situated on a tiny island just off the coast of San Francisco, it was the most infamous prison for federal criminals. It boasted zero successful escapes, although many inmates had tried. Most were stopped by the guards before… Read More
In the summer of 2015, in a silent boneyard in Wisconsin, there sat an abandoned old aircraft. Like the rest of the planes there, its original use was long-forgotten. It hadn’t been airborne in decades. It was corroded and covered with rust, inside and out. All that remained was a rotting skeleton in a valley of dry bones. Little did anyone know, this silent airplane had an amazing story. On a cloudy… Read More
On a chilly night in 1903, two men sat before a crackling campfire in the Bridal Veil Meadow of Yosemite Park. The stars shone down on them, and the surrounding pine trees whistled in the night breeze. The sound of waterfalls soothed their tired minds. One of these men was John Muir, a famous mountaineer and naturalist. The other was President Theodore Roosevelt. The story of this famous camping trip started in… Read More
It was a cool morning in April of 2016 when I visited a small prairie in the wilderness of Virginia. It was a wide-open field of grass leading down into a deep ravine. There were blooming purple and white Dogwoods that whispered in the breeze. There were also butterflies everywhere – Tiger Swallowtails, their yellow and black wings a marked contrast with the fresh green grass. It’s hard to know that something… Read More
Twenty-four years ago, a man named Kevin Wisniewski showed up at the annual EAA airshow in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. He stood out amongst the thousands of other people, because he was dressed as an officer from World War II. Every piece of his gear was authentic, part of a lifelong collection. He wondered around the displays of World War II planes in the show’s famed “Warbird Alley.” People were enthralled with his outfit. … Read More
A cold, unfeeling marble stone That’s all there is for the soldier unknown Lost in a graveyard as big as the sea My love comes looking but won’t find me Because all I have is a white marble stone And all it says is “soldier unknown” I fought like the heroes, we were the same But I got no medal, they don’t even know my name I was just one body in… Read More
