<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Cornerstone Literary Press Author Site ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Gothic historical fiction where myth, mystery, and longing  are woven through every story. Explora los libros, la historia y el mundo de Corners]]></description><link>https://www.cornerstoneliterarypress.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2026 21:57:25 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.cornerstonepublishing.net/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Heat, Haze, and the Slow Unraveling of Story]]></title><description><![CDATA[July arrived not with a gentle summer sigh but with the roar of a furnace door swinging open. Pennsylvania — along with much of the East Coast — has been pressed beneath a lid of blistering heat, the kind that makes the air shimmer like a mirage and turns every breath into something you have to work for.There’s a strange poetry to weather like this. The haze softens the edges of the world, blurring rooftops, treetops, and even thoughts. The sun becomes a tyrant, demanding attention, demanding...]]></description><link>https://www.cornerstoneliterarypress.com/post/heat-haze-and-the-slow-unraveling-of-story</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a46e79a950901ce7a6c3823</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2026 22:38:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/83dc22_43824f81849340dbbc0f5d7f00d4b3a0~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>cornerstoneliterar</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[How Friendships Change Through the Seasons]]></title><description><![CDATA[Some friendships move through our lives the way the seasons move across the land — subtly at first, then all at once. We don’t always notice the shift until we look up and realize the light has changed, the air carries a different scent, and the shape of the relationship is no longer what it was. There is no failure in this. Only rhythm. Only weather. Only the natural turning of things that are alive. Spring — The Season of Becoming Spring friendships are tender things. They begin with...]]></description><link>https://www.cornerstoneliterarypress.com/post/how-friendships-change-through-the-seasons</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a2041ab800e2e1c2bb4de95</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2026 15:08:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/83dc22_3b53c454d42a4b5cb337ac7118706fe5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>cornerstoneliterar</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What The Woods Teach Us In Spring]]></title><description><![CDATA[In Spring, the woods never wake all at once. They stir in fragments--moss first, then water, then the smallest, bravest leaves. The path is still soft with last year's decay, but something new is threading through it, quiet and insistent. What I love about a spring forest is how it holds two truths at the same time. Death is still everywhere: fallen brances, hollowed trunks, the pale bones of last year's plants. And yet, from that same darkness, new green pushers through. It doesn't erase...]]></description><link>https://www.cornerstoneliterarypress.com/post/what-the-woods-teach-us-in-spring</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f69c0bedf5696920d5ca43</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 01:10:31 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>cornerstoneliterar</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>