VA RGB

Exciting to have some color photos to show, as all my formal images up till now have been in black and white. Here are a few from Virginia, a working title on top, and accompanied by a sentence or two from Vista Del Mar that seem to me like suitable travel companions with these photographs.…

Back to Old Virginia!

So happy to announce I will be a featured author at the @VaBookFest taking place from March 22-26! The Festival is a five-day celebration of books, reading, and literary culture, and the best part… it’s FREE! All you have to bring is yourself and your love of books. To learn more about the Festival and my…

A Single Bright Event

I liked to think of Aunt Nancy’s musical gift pausing for a generation in one of her female forebears along the New River – they’d been there since before the revolution – a little girl in the 1830s perhaps, in a butternut shift and bonnet pattering along a trail at the top of Doe Run…

Tuggle Gap

The cooking that was truly sacramental for father was southern fare, the food of his grandmothers, his mother and the ladies who had cooked for them over the years. His father’s mother had run a stage stop and inn, while his maternal grandmother was a judge’s wife who kept a grand, crow-stepped manse in the…

Two Languages

This Virginia language was one of apparent sweetness, humor, courtliness, and loving repetition – yes sir being the characteristic all-purpose note that signaled the small welcome surprise at the world’s fleeting manifold, as in yes sir, daddy’s Packard, or yes sir, Gene Tierney – a way of briefly holding something pleasing up to the light.…

Places, Histories

Father was from Virginia, Mother, Nebraska. These places, their histories, myths and landscapes, made my two earliest languages. Each was secretive, inflected, and tonal, drifting from picture to word and back again, a dream of memory in two streams. (from Chapter 3, “The Old Language”)