When JD Vance's memoir came out I did not know much about him, nor had I read any other reviews, but I was aware that some Appalachian artists & scholars did not like the book. When I first started reading it, I was put off by the fact that Vance seemed blissfully unaware of any... Continue Reading →
Signs of spring No holiday is more personally meaningful to me than the spring equinox and the Easter season that follows—probably for vanity’s sake because I was born in April and my middle name, Renee, means rebirth. But who doesn’t love the longer days, the promise of summer in the sun’s growing warmth, and the... Continue Reading →
My story, The Daughter, is up at The Dead Mule in their March Issue. Enjoy!
The new issue of Still: The Journal is out! I am very honored and humbled to have two short pieces in it and to see my name alongside so many talented writers. I hope you'll read all the nonfiction, fiction, and poetry--so many good things to enjoy! Many thanks to editors Marianne Worthington and Karen... Continue Reading →
I approached Annette Saunooke Clapsaddle’s debut novel Even As We Breathe (Fireside Industries, 2020) with trepidation. It looked like an Important Book, no doubt full of heartbreakingly beautiful prose. Well, it is those things, both lovely and literary reminiscent of Willa Cather’s My Antonia, but it is also well-paced New Adult fiction you won’t want to put down. ... Continue Reading →
Of the eight holidays of the Wheel of Year, in the past I’ve felt the least connection with Imbolc—a traditional Gaelic holiday marking the midpoint between the winter solstice and the vernal equinox. It is a celebration of the growing light, and a harbinger of spring, but occurs in the depth of winter. But this... Continue Reading →
[Advent wreath with all candles lit.] Memories of Christmas Past. I grew up in a conservative Freewill Baptist church in West Virginia, a type of church that would later be branded as “evangelical”—a term I’d never heard until the Bush Jr. presidency when I was already six years deep into adulthood and questioning those initial... Continue Reading →
I haven't posted much here lately because I've been needing to write about the death of my oldest dog, Daisy, the magical 13-year-old golden retriever. We had to say goodbye during the height of the lockdown in May and it was an awfully sad time. I'm working on an essay about the experience in case... Continue Reading →
"The legacy of slavery is painful. We don’t want to deal with it. We minimize it. We try to stuff it in a box and label it History. Get over it, we say. But it can’t be boxed, and it isn’t gone with the wind. The trauma is the air we breathe."
My short essay, Mouse Tales, is out over at Change Seven Magazine. It is the story of my family's interaction with an explosion in the mouse population while we were living in Vermont. I hope you enjoy!